While darkness shrouds Thoughts are stirred Drifting in the subconscious Across the cerebral cortex Of fractured sleep;
Awakened by silence It sates the soul;
The world is stilled: It wears grey like a cloak. How vast it seems When all is quiet; My voice,so small Within it.
And as I write, A haunting sound Mirrors my human’s Outward breath; A tawny owl Calls As the sky turns To petrol blue A blackbird cries And then it stops- Mid sentence Like a punctuation mark.
Again the world is stilled How privileged am I To hear it? When all is quiet My voice so small Within it.
