When the Noises sleep

When the noises sleep
And the wind whispers
Its revered vow to keep
Subdued, and nothing stirs.
Even the dormouse wends
Its silent padded way.
And soft moonlight descends
To ease the path of parting day.
When all alone we reach
Into the deep recesses of the mind
To understand but not to preach
To the frailties of humankind
That so beset us daily, no respite.
Solace only in the silence of the night.




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