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
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
You said it, man, and beautifully.
Post a Comment