The noise changes,
amplifying the empty airwaves.
Distances shrink,
exposing stories the Sun failed to tell,
Tales hidden by the beating sounds of life.
The fingers of today relax and release,
Now liberated happenings float up into the deep,
Rising on earths cooling eddies.
Conversations had and hoped for,
Hard words reluctantly spoken,
Now regretted too late.
No more time to give to anxious possibility,
That moment faded with the light.
Now be still,
Hear the far away as it sings,
Hear the strange discordant silence,
Hear the night stretch its creaking frame,
Hear it quell cacophonous day,
And break the spell of busyness.
Watch as the weight of dark falls
and eyes can close.
There is no more,
No air for regrets left,
now is for sleep,
And for dream and for stillness,
Change is coming on the broken sky.
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