falling

comes the time

      comes the night

             falling

towards the freedom

     that comes

when the rest of the world

   sleeps

        silence

   stretching forth

       devouring            

                                   embracing

bathing in beauty

      simplicity

            in all its grace

whispers

        of yesterday

    linger

            in the breath

  of a well

        chosen word

 

reflections

          of the random

  hint at

           a peripheral 

      memory

 

  in the corner

     of a broken thought

eye of the storm

steve duffy

© 2013 by  steve duffy

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