Yellow cat is a pool of gold spilled on the blanket   

In the shadowed light of morning that fights the stony dark  

Black coffee is a bitter liquor brewed in the dark   

In the gray minutes of the dawning hours

Words are pale honey and scalding ebony, coursing hot

Down to my soul, settling deep and warm

Let peace slip down into my soul

Down between the fragments of yesterday’s hours,

And into the fragile bubble that is today.

Taste the silence—

Let peace slip down, let peace slip down into my soul.