2AM
2AM
words like whispers, God awake,
the empty night
the forest quiet
all the creatures poised,
we would trade all security
all of our confidence
for just one noise
but the silence is unrelenting
as all the good ones lie asleep
and only words through
early morning slumber keep
quiet as if God
awake
teaches me a song to sing
quiet in the aftermath
of weeks passing
2AM
and sleep has crossed my mind
but words thrown like stars
in an evening sky
shine and shooting by
quiet as if God’s awake
and all his creatures
wait for just one taste of divinity
a slice
in white, pale like the moon in evening
when all the good ones sleep
God in whispers
Speaks in riddles
And all his secrets
Keep.