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