4 AM

It was four am as I lay still,

Struggling to unshake from the ruffled sleep.

Creeky fan and a barking dog,

Piercing the calm like a prick in the deep.

The sound of stillness,

Still spaces and the unchaotic mind.

I was listening..

To the peaceful calm devoid of the daily grind.

That which was unspoken,

Went unheard in the din.

I was listening to my soul,

For the answers lie within...