Quiet moments, so few and far between,
Appear stealthily, taunting, teasing, begging.

I yearn so often for that peace and solitude,
Surprises me when it answers.

The things I plan for those moments,
Fall by the wayside tonight.

I want the quiet contemplation that soothes,
My hurts, my needs, my desires.

The feelings that were jumbled, pent up inside of me,
Are released into the universe, hundreds of tears.

The peaceful quiet moment is shattered by a sound,
So faint, I know must have imagined it.

Yet now, I feel my restlessness soothed,
I wonder, was that voice, you?