In a world where grey is bright
And birds sound their metallic cries
Against the harsh, mechanical elements
I lay my troubled head
And wait for stillness to roll its waves of
Silk donned silence and comfort.
Where voices that need no ears to hear
and songs that melody robs
Ensnare my life's flame
As their ever-lasting captive
And coon the luxury of sleep and peace.
Until once again silence is cheated its contentment
And frustrated with the strange reality that is life.
Here I find my comfort.
Here I find my rest.