The Still Night

The Still Night

Tip tap, the gentle rain
Goes drip drap into the evening

Hear the thump thump of the heart
In the midst of the still night;
No chitter chatter of voices about
Or cling clang of dishes that mount;
No, only the steady in and out
Of breathing growing louder
In the midst of the still night.

It is in the still night
That reality is to be faced;
No hustle bustle
Of society’s sub-human pace,
Just the steady in and out
Of breathing growing louder
In the midst of the still night.