March 24, 2014

Sleepscape


Children 
have never knocked
upon my door,
my mother and father
both left
long before.
You and I
lay together
in the dark,
silence broken
with the breathing
of our sleep,
as it blankets
us both together
evermore.
How deeply quiet
the blackest
hour of night,
while we wait here
for morning light.

3/22/2014