In quiet hush, a muse calls my name,
Words dance in my mind, a literary game.
Yet, nestled in warmth, a sickly embrace,
A sleeping baby, a tender, sweet space.
The keyboard whispers, a silent plea,
As tiny breaths weave a lullaby for me.
Desires to write, an unwritten tale,
But cradled in stillness, we softly prevail.
In the dance of dreams, my words find rest,
A symphony of silence, a cozy nest.
The ink may wait, as moments unfold,
For now, in quiet, love’s story is told.
Ricky Hurlich Shorts 