Falling Asleep
The silence of the morning
Succumbed by screeching sounds
Of thunder upon us
The unnatural light of hatred
Busy eyes halting against the
Unimaginable, intangible death
Among us someone who does not
Belong making the night long
Silver moon cries through the
Shadows of charcoal dust
Thrown at our hands
Filled with cries of desperation
In the morning of the new beginning
We pray for a velvet night that might lull us to sleep
Irene Lankinen