Hush
Silence came,
I feared she would.
Sheltering
From this torrent of words
And cheap talk,
Grinding old gears.
The very noise of it,
The chalk screech of it.
Then her knock
This mistress of healers
This mother of the night,
Her smooth hand
Slipped into mine
And my being
Felt tremors of her calm.
———//
Hush, hush my love,
Her finger pressed
On those soft lips.
Let it go.
But if I think nothing
I am nothing.
Holding me tight
Smothering all words,
Their crazy dance
Spinning circles
In my mucky bog,
Twisted thoughts
Building worlds
That don’t exist.
My field,
Ploughed of ideas.
A mind drifting
In a sea of now.
——
Her cup to my lip
Drink, drink my dear,
Her fountain of healing
Transforming moments
Into eternity.
In this altered state
And it’s dizzying
Revelations stripping bare
Saggy dreams,
Purposeless stare.
Wiping the sweat
Off yesterday’s medals.
To begin again
Naked and afraid,
Holding the hand
Of silence


Brilliant piece, John. The power of silence is second to none. It can be scary and freeing all in the same moment.
Deep, honest and insightful…another brilliant piece of writing John!