When the night lingers seeking acknowledgement that it has unlocked your soul.......
When the night has lingered and danced over waters close to your words, do you wish to scream out to the very heart of the Milky Way? Do you set foot in the places where youth looks back at its end, or find yourself asking about tomorrow’s words while spinning wheels of fire that torment your days?
Do you sometimes find yourself bound in a shower of eager shouts that sail by chance into nowhere’s crown, not knowing if the sun or moon speaks to your blood in praises of those sounds.
When you find you cannot sleep because your senses have forgotten how the earth and sky watches over the ones that you love, shielding them in the armor of your heart. This is when a sea of words becomes a ghost predestined to help you see your way out.
Perhaps, if you persuaded your now, to dance over waters close to your words, you would not want to fall asleep, but have that ghost sit beside your bed and sing awhile. You might find the courage to expose your soul has passed.
When the night lingers seeking acknowledgement that it has unlocked your soul, look out the window of your roaring mind. Listen for the silence. It has a rhythm that will drown every syllable you see. Silence is the ghost that will sing your words to sleep.
On those nights when you can't shut your mind off and you want to write everything you hold inside, let silence sing your words to sleep.........but only if you want too.......
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What a beautiful, caring poem to share. Such comfort for all who are troubled or can't sleep (I am very familiar with insomnia)
Your words are so comforting, reassurring, hopeful and filled with compassion and sensitivity. I'm making a copy of this to post on my wall
Silencing the mind they say is just before dawn when there’s a moment of complete silence where both the last singers of the night and the first of the day stop, as though holding their breath, waiting to see if the sun will indeed come again. I’ve gotten up early sometimes, just to hear that silence.
Silence is often an undervalued commodity. I have a high respect for it, and seek it like an old friend sometimes. Lovely descriptions, especially in regards to something that has not a word to say...
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