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By wistful Date: 2004 Oct 12 Comment on this Work [[2004.10.12.08.50.10816]] |
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There are no clocks ticking World is still asleep No radio's blare No TV's drone Just peace. Except for the brush of my foot on the carpet As I walk from room to room I know the pattern I need no bulbs buzzing To illuminate my path My breath comes quietly No sighing, no shuddering intake And no one else's breath disturbs this night No shifting sheets No creaking springs No light snore as he turns He turned away long ago Heavy is this silence Like a blanket not a tomb And yet it is not restful Warm and wakeful Straining to hear Beyond the stillness Where the heart beats slowly |