Moon rises, the tide is out
thoughts make their way
to the tip of my tongue
I reach for a pen instead.

I breathe in another sunrise
breathe out a restless night
my bed's a field of clover -
better luck next time.

I wash away the news I read
dress my soul in comfort of a song
I've listened to on repeat for years
and smile.

Holding on to the glimpses of
peace I find, I'd pray more
to calm the noise under my skin
if only god would listen.