How I ache for a silent night -
To have the whole world and all its possibilities laid out bare
Of course, I would still like to hear the owl calling at three in the morning
But to have peace outside would let me feel safe inside
It seems there have been no truly silent nights
The thoughts linger - I rehearse in my mind - the words -
Her beautiful voice and big blue eyes - her honesty and pain inside
It makes me want to cry - to erase the marks on my skin
I love the way she sways as she sings
I like hearing her - in my head - to guide me through
Another night - another day
As it is, I rise at one in the morning
And sleep at four in the afternoon
Anything to avoid the monsters inside - and out
And so I run through the words and my lips move soundlessly along -
They fall like honey - tough to get out of the jar -
All is calm, all is bright - sleep in heavenly peace - Silent Night.
Wishing you a truly peaceful and silent night, my friend. The lines about Alice's eyes and her pain inside ping my heart.
ReplyDeleteThe song becomes very much alive in the closing line and turns into a comforting and strong shelter for the weary soul. Sending you much peace and happiness Jae.
ReplyDeleteAww I honestly wish you a silent night as well Big hug Jae
ReplyDeleteMy village is often all in bed by 8pm. It can be so quiet here - just the hum of the highway over the way, with the occasional ambulance pulsing by.
ReplyDeleteI wish you a silent night, a peaceful night...with all calm and all bright!
ReplyDeleteLast line is comforting. Christmas wishes to sleep soundly...a delicious luxury.
ReplyDelete". . . They fall like honey - tough to get out of the jar -" It's hard to get out of the words for me, too. I hold an image like Winnie the Poo stuck in the honey jar. Or is the jar the monsters and not the words? Then the words are protection, falling softly away as the owl calls. Sweet nights.
ReplyDeleteI love your reference to honey. I wish you a silent, peaceful night.
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