silence

take me some quiet where
where no one else will 
judge me nor be there 
to keep me company but the
whistling of the air,
to make me think until
i fall into a doom of despair,
into a spiral of who i could be.

Take me some peaceful where,
where i dont have to track time 
and can observe the clouds up there
and trying to shape out hearts,
like i did once, as the kid with long hair
who tried her all to rhyme,
and capture the clouds into art,
with no strand of hair to spare. 

where i can listen to the cricketing of the moon,
listen to the sun's mourning dove and to their croons.