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My Voices
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Quietly and unobtrusively they creep towards me
In the late afternoon, silently and
As softly as a young animal would, as if were
Seeking respite from the cold winter air.
I welcome, with a tender touch, with
A little love and with some warm blankets, into
My small world,
Shadows from the Venetian blinds rock
Like a cradle upon my ceiling,
To and fro,
As I summon them to hover around me, as
They whisper their innocuous words
That always calm my troubled soul.
I finally drift off into a peaceful slumber,
With lingering hope that I shall be soothed
Throughout the rest of the day, and into the night,
As I continue to rest.
My bed becomes a guided vessel
That sails towards the unknown,
Where no one shall harm me,
Steal my thoughts away, or to look deeply into my eyes with wonder.
When I shall awaken, I hope to find myself
Safe, back into my room where without fear,
I can bid them a fond farewell,
Until we can meet again,
As the Venetian blinds reflect the sunlight,
Rocking to and fro,
Quietly and unobtrusively,
On another late afternoon- where
My thoughts shall always be my own.
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Claudia Krizay
