In the quiet it waits
that dark dry place.
Where thoughts avoided shatter peace
and memories roam so free of leash
The pains of heart in noise he escapes but in the quiet it waits
The thoughts avioded in days clutter
never heard past constant mutter, 
they all return once voices stutter
and cease to drown the ponders inner
Still in the quiet it waits
Head laid to rest, rest out of reach
as thoughts again will shatter peace
and once again when he awakes
For in the quiet it waits
So into noise he wades with speed
to clear his head with busy deed
The clash and clang of action breeds
peace of a kind in tethered mind
Still in the quiet it waits
Distraction holds a brief reprieve
Until the sounds begin to thin
and day dreams darken, distort, deceive
becoming the thought he sort to leave
He knows that time will bring release
That troubled thought will one day cease and peace will one day,
in the quiet
wait.