Godswood

I lay myself within the shelter

of these trees as I solemnly 

whisper my unspoken plea.

I watch the leaves dance to the

music of the silent breeze

while I wait for the gods
to heed my call.

The night is still,

the silence is deafening,

with only the sound of my

own pulse roaring in my ears.

The clock is ticking,

but I am unmoving;

wishing for the world to stop

spinning just until when I find

the peace that my heart is seeking.