Deep of the Night
There's a magical peace
In the deep of the night
All is still
As if the world spins slow
A quiet that escapes me
During the loud hustle
Of the sunlit hours
The house speaks to me
In settling creaks
As if it prefers the night as well
Remnants of the day
Strewn around now lifeless
I can hear the soft whispers
Of the moon
And my loud thoughts
Now tranquil
Enjoying the blanket
Of still silence
Copyright © Blythe Journey | Year Posted 2014
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