Lull me to Silence

No end is there to the fear of free-falling

Yet there I fall onto bent knee praying loudly in the recess of my mind

"God, if there is one-"

All the words that could have wept fell silent

The symphony of it upon my tongue

What have I to pray for?

What would I have prayed for?

All I've ever wished for is an end like falling snow

When any talk would very well vanish in that endless white

Numbing cold like fluff upon my cheek

In which I rest my weary head

There, the prayer weeps into my mind once more

"God, if there is one...

Let the silence reach me and lay me forevermore-"