I listen to the silence —
while restless in compliance.
I hear my thoughts of what has been —
between these walls and the silent me.
Sleep creeps-up on my Soul again,
the restless me succumbs to sleep —
while Dawn awaits my searching life.
I shall then emerge from slumber’s hold —
awake in silence in a room that’s cold —
chilled by night air that hesitates to the beck and call
of the warmth that comes from the sun-filled Dawning.
I’ll awake in silence without Thee,
to comfort my restless Soul —
as I await your words of comfort to emerge
from your conscious hold —
to set me free in new ways bold,
when next your eyes beholden me.
I await in Silence to be released
from the slumber of compliance’s grip —
to journey forth into my life’s evolving trip.
