On and onward

On an eeriely windy night
the tips of the trees shake and sway.
The dark sky has arrived
On the week’s final day without play.

On the inside of these walls,
all is calm. In my arms
the sweetest boy I’ve ever held,
silent at the top of my chest.

On my mind is a year’s worth of thoughts
colliding with one another as they speed through and through.
She keeps me from sinking.
She is who I miss dearly.

On the clock is a time less forgiving every moment.
A song builds and releases, my mind repeats the action,
so do the snores of a tired boy.
A restless night will not stop us from resting easy.