The house is quiet
As the fragmentary ghosts of dreams
Drift forth to take their place,
Waiting in patient silence to be called upon,
Waiting in the dark,
Not afraid or restless,
Just waiting.
And the troubled mind
Calls upon the dreams one by one.
It rests awhile by quiet streams
Or wanders down a country lane,
Walking in the dark,
Not afraid or restless,
Just walking.
The house is quiet
As a dream called peace drifts forth,
Offering moments free from care,
Wrapping in its folds the weary traveler,
Waiting in the dark,
Not afraid or restless,
Just waiting.
~ Carroll Chase
