The Midnight Hour

Sleep elusive. 

No longer needing

to hide

from me.

No lullaby

and 

I need one 

now.

A song, a lullaby

to sweeten

      my night,

             my soul.

Walk into the night with me.

It's not as dark

as you imagine.

Rush Away Your Broken Time

What would it take
for you,

to slow down
and just be?


Not to rush away
the milliseconds
of your life,

that hasn't been given
to you, yet?


But to exist
in its wholeness.

however imperfect,
however broken,

that is to your mind?

Take me to your holy place
                  your Caledonia.