Silence

Silence called

yet did not stay.

I seek its

comfort,

to close out

noise of day:

the nothingness,

the moment before

sleep’s grasp.

It is softness,

a floating;

kisses and

soft breath.,

It will

return.

Then the

mind slips

to a warmer,

floating place –

please, now –

the soft

bed of

freedom.

Silence.

Only then

Can I hear

2 Responsesso far.

  1. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:

    What a lyrical piece, John, I love that ‘grasp of sleep’, the delicate pull of the feel!

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