the sound of the highway outside
whispers through this rain-tapped glass:
quiet and fleeting and constant,
so like wind and rain and nature,
ebbs and flows, soothes with those
highs and lows and breaks—
with no telling when it will end,
just a rhythm like sleepy breaths,
a lullaby in the making
i prefer this noise to silence
outside my window in that dark;
a vast world alive and vibrant
while i slip into muted dreams
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
the sound of the highway outside
whispers through this rain-tapped glass:
quiet and fleeting and constant,
so like wind and rain and nature,
ebbs and flows, soothes with those
highs and lows and breaks—
with no telling when it will end,
just a rhythm like sleepy breaths,
a lullaby in the making
i prefer this noise to silence
outside my window in that dark;
a vast world alive and vibrant
while i slip into muted dreams