SILENCED

silenced

dull void of sleep between the dreams

won't you swallow all my schemes

won't you let me come into  
  

your silence

*

I built a boast of reeds and birch

to sail into your church

won't you let me come into     

your fire

*

now my boats a burning bush

she softly whispers,

"...shhhhh...."

I'm silenced

*


Josh, 08/2010