Blythe Journey Poet Free verse

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

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Paul Callus March 11, 2014 at 9:40 AM Lovely. Day is too distracting; night gives us the chance to listen to the silence. // paul

Tim Smith January 24, 2014 at 12:12 PM This poem is lovely. It is so true that the house speaks at night. My thoughts are loud then too..Great read.........Tim