Home to rest
An acrostic poem on silence
Surrender, o' beloved. We drift calmly in these waters.
Inch closer, my heart; not a ripple nor breeze will find you.
Latch yourself upon my breast, gentle drumming precedes your departure.
Encumbered by your vessel, your breath a sifting hourglass.
Need not hear a dying star to know it's singing. Calling,
Calling to the void to bid it mercy; repose from living chatter.
Eternally we are soundless when welcomed home to rest.
About the Creator
H.H. Callaghan
I'm a writer of prose and verse and love all aspects of literature and storytelling. I am working on some big projects, so I hope you all like my work to come! I will be posting smaller pieces in-between, so please indulge in these too.
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