A Silent, Moment Of Time. Poem by Michael Gale

Silence, golden yet...
Not a surprise, when you've shut off the damned TV set.

A library is a peace filled, haven...
To read about, Poe's, own raven.

Shh! Listen, not speak....
I cannot even, hear a lost mouse squeak.

Behind the curtain, peace does dwell...
Silence of heart, i do thee, tell.

No blinding sun, that penetrates...
No flash of light that permeates.

This glass pane, does not, us haunt...
No blinding light, that does to us, taunt.

Eerie deafness, to over wrought ears...
Calms all nerves, of our own fears.

Please do remove the shattered drums...
Now, at last, unclog both thumbs.

My mind and soul, at last, at rest...
Better news, in days, our silenced, best.

For on the morn' i wake and take...
A sudden break, from one, major, noisy, mistake.

The best, is less...
Amen, and bless!