Thursday, June 19, 2014

Hours


No need for dread;
the clock is by the bed
and it counts the quiet hours.
The dark is of a piece
with peace, a blessing and release
from daytime's brutal power,
and in it my rescued respiration's deep:
breathe in silence,
breathe out sleep.

June 19 2014

1 comment:

Unknown said...

You said it, man, and beautifully.