Stillness, Silence

It’s getting late, and

time for bed

the clock’s struck past

must rest my head

But day dreams keep me up at night,

and it’s not fear that pains me, but a kind of

blight

IT pains my soul

though I know not how,

or why,

since when

But just now,

a sweet release is setting in

and that’s alright,

alright by me

For the sweetest taste

is that of peace