Peace and Slumber

Chipped paint on weathered signs

A reminder of abandoned houses filled with yesterday’s voices

An aged man softly runs his fingers across his cheek

Searching for memories that were once there

 

Black birds fly overhead, singing soft lullabies

Waiting for falling eyelids and the sound of deep breaths

Sleep never comes easily

Even when darkness sits at the doorstep

 

Rustling trees heard through closed windows

Falling leaves find small whirlwinds

A dance with forgiveness

Searching for peace to let slumber in

 

 

 

 

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