Wednesday, April 29, 2009


Nocturnal silence hunting the dawn,
pacing through the night;
waiting for sleep's intermission.

A fear evoking summons severs the fitful slumber.
The indistinct sermon does little to placate.

An inevitable sequel to the metred voice
are the caustic endearments,
and the crevasse cut with familial shards.

And the child waits, treading lightly-
seeking the tranquility of daylight.
A welcome paradox, despite the fatigue.

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