You’re there
in those moments of space
between the places where white noise waits
for silence.
But as the clock turns on
chiming time with a bird, and
I find it harder to succumb
to quietness
and feel you slip, between the
cacophonous cracks.
I love the imagery here, the space between asleep and awake, where that special one resides until we open our eyes. That’s how I read this, anyway. It reminds me of a song, which is in Japanese, but if you want to listen it’s Mata Yume de Aimashou by Miyavi.
Thanks, glad you enjoyed it!
🙂