The Silent Ease

It creeps slowly through each quiet moment
On toes that gently stroke the frozen ground
That holds aloft the weary and broken,
Whom notice not its soft delicate sound.

In search for those skittish nocturnal souls
It sweeps through alleys beneath night’s smile.
Peering past the lights into darkest holes
Humming sweet-tempered notes all the while.

The Silent Ease blankets those huddled forms
And whispers warmth into their wanting ears,
Healing the gashes of past painful thorns
And planting seeds of dreams for coming years.

The mornings wake with newfound rested peace,
Unburdened chest and mind at silent ease.


About corkedbottle

Hello hello. I'm a guy that likes to write and is really good at not writing. I've never thought of myself as a good writer, but it's fun, and I'll never get better if I don't write more!
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