How many nights has the radio
next to your pillow droned
a drunkard’s lullaby
loud enough to wake the dead.

Tonight I beg for quiet,
but clouded eyes scowl angrily at me.
Calling out some menacing retort,
you soon return to bacchanalian dreams.

Sober briefly,
during day’s first waking moments.
You finally rise up,
fortified by countless doubles.  

You’ll be gone soon,
till who knows when.
Relieved when you finally depart,
I remove traces of your essence.

Sweet twilight’s stillness,
transforms my dismal surroundings,  
to finer illusions where,
only small bits of life’s reality remains.

My soul dances
with an ecstasy for living.
I am a silent watcher  
filled with euphoric radiance

This sanctuary of separation,
contains my sanity secret.
Only in this stillness is  
there is a brighter self.

Be still, I whisper,
God is with you.
Be still, I whisper, 
you are never alone.