Silence

A silence sometimes enters my soul. Stolen from a quiet rarely enjoyed.
The nights I write of passion, passion enters my window borne on winds seeming made to soothe yet laced with the ache of want. My desire and need for sleep is no longer disrupted with the needs of my child, only sounds interpreted by the poet as greater need, the depth of humanity’s urges.

2 comments on “Silence

  1. dievca says:

    I felt the silence and am soothed.

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