Monday, April 08, 2013

It's the sound

It's the sound of
No one being awake but me.
It's the sound of
The dry, well-thumbed pages turning.
It's the sound of
The walls and floor settling themselves
That make my heart still,
My mind come alert,
My soul decompress.
There are days that I wake
Just for the world to sleep.
There are seasons
That I live among others
Desperately yearning solitude.
This is that moment.
And those are the sounds.

2 comments:

  1. This is that moment for me. The sounds of "quiet time" before the world around you rises. Beautiful!
    Cheers,
    Mark Butkus

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    1. I love that you feel this during the morning. For me, my time comes late at night. It's like I go through the whole day yearning for it to be night again--when everyone passes out.

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