Stillness

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In the days where the waning hour was far from closing
Screen windows shuttered by the blustering wind
The rain raged breaking through the weight of the clouds
Creases in the bed evoked imprints on my skin
Fading maps
Stillness
Little sounds leaked through the walls
Scaling notes, crying children, creaks, ticks, running taps, and all
Objects unmoved
The motion of the suites down below could not breach the frozen room
Far from trepidation in belief that only good can come
Sitting in silence my belly rises and falls
I close my eyes, flip the lamp switch to and its back to sleep
Where I let dreams of love sweep me oblivion
And the ambience to carry me through the night
Sleep tight
It will be all alright
Goodnight