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.