The disquiet
Of quiet.
Turn up the sound
And drown
Out the bird
Whose song
Before long
Will stab you to the heart
Causing tears to start.
I, for my part
Listen
Though the tears glisten.
I become a child, for a while
Without guile,
Smile
And yearn to be free
Of me.
Aaaah…innocence. Nice piece. 🙂
Thank you. I’m pleased you liked my poem. Kind regards. Kevin