INSTANT IN SILENCE
How many this night
Will not see the dawn?
Will turn away
And in an instant, forget?
In silence, or with a sigh
One by one release the senses,
Taste the fragrance
Of every memory
Then let them scatter.
We are a drift, a chord,
Bound and loosed,
Spun strong and thin,
Too thin for even strong words
To hold for long.
Release this dream
To find another.
Solace and grace,
The scent of pine needles,
Birdsong in the morning,
A familiar voice
Calling from nearby.
Turn away,
Turn away.
Dawn can come at
Any time.
How pleasant to be able to wake up without an alarm.
Open eyes, a pun I sees……(I surmise)
Can be taken in more than one way, yes.