I lay in bed late into the morning,
Reveling in the quietness of the house.
I hear the clock timelessly moving forward,
How peaceful is the sound of an empty house.
The wind settles against the walls, they creak,
It is so quiet you can hear the dog as he breaths in peaceful slumber.
How I love the stilling silence that follows the door shut for the final time,
The tension eases away and for a short time the world is my own.
No one breaks the silence,
There are no words spoken,
I hear only the noise that is within my own meticulous mind.
I will try to still the clutter, to enjoy the silence.
I must try to make some part of this day a restful retreat from my turbulent life.
Photo by Lilly Schelling © 2015
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