Counseling of Self
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When you call out into the night’s quiet air
And no one answers
Save the drone and tick of the freezer
Do you wonder who and what you’re listening for
There are no answers to be found in the stillness
Did you think the waked ones were hiding them
And that now tucked away covered by night
The answers would spill
From their pockets on bed posts
And cigar boxes tucked beneath their slumber space
And neither are there answers in the bottom of a wine glass
Whiskey bottle or in the depths of a well stocked cellar
The answers you seek are hiding in the plain
But not all together view of you
We can go together if you like
Forge into the frightening silence
Past the hum of the icebox, past your breath
Past your heartbeat
Dare you come deep inside with me
I warn you don’t
Unless its peace you seek