Assignment 10

Baking Bread

As if the entire earth is silent,
A  slow      and     low
moan.
White-laced,
a Sweet face.
It sweeps away discomfort in a
      soft embrace.
The presence of honey
as if it were         a warm blanket
wraps around you,



            just you.
The texture changes,
unprecedented.
Almost at its peak,
           just a little longer.

Through this exchange,
     a sense of wonder
               is deranged.


There is nothing like this
    in the world,
A sound so silent,
it    disappears.

As these thoughts flow,
flow through the air
    through my mind,

the light,             gentle pillow
sings to you

it's time to sleep.

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