quiet

I treasure these days accompanied by silence When everything is breathing, The walls holding a sacred quiet So loud my ears ring. When I can put aside the thoughts for others Feed them, entertain them, talk with them, bring them out of themselves. Only I exist in a selfish security One not breached My fortressContinue reading “Quiet”

When the Morning is Mine Alone

And alone is a blessing When sleep drops from my eyes and visions upon waking seem more real than the floor I walk on When the blanket is warm and pulls me stronger than the sun As she sneaks at my windowsill from miles away I see stars holding to the black skies Clouds areContinue reading “When the Morning is Mine Alone”