Hush

Hush, let birdsong riffle vacated air, And the tender flutter of angels’ wings In jaded ears alights as babel’s heir. Hush, let lovers whisper when stillness reigns, Hear a canto canter in candlelight, When with the moon and stars a poet drinks. Hush, thrill to the music of thoughts in flight, Bound for a rare tryst with crowds-shunning Muse, Ensconced high above earth’s clamorous plight. Listen as oft a faux energy fills Each hour with men shouting above the fray; Into every home singsong babble spills. Shush those shrill cries, let quiet have its day And soft-spoken beauty for once hold sway.