Silent Night

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.