Sometimes at night I fall asleep
to all embracing black,
and other times – right at the brink
My senses call me back.
The soundless hush of gentle white.
The crispness in the air.
It doesn’t need to make a sound
to tell me that it’s there.
The window beckons temptingly,
all decked in glistening lace.
The view that greets me through the glass,
an unfamiliar place.
All harsh lines covered soothingly,
and blanketed with care.
No single mark to mar the scene,
or show what once was there.
As if the earth is written new,
it’s pristine canvas waits
in peaceful contemplation
till the sleeping world awakes.
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