Still

Silence,
It breathes. it thinks. Knows what is and what is not.
Calling beckoning tied up in knots
A balm. A soul to calm. To know it's worth.
Pull through. Wailing not but thrive on forth.
words of solace, notes of serenity is all I've got.
Breathe in. see between. What's hidden for you within.

Little twitch of lips here
Entwined fingers there
One to another, second nature joys of being, lovers' ritual
Grass so green sea so pure
Oh what you've seen, oh what you endure
Pairs walk through and into you
The lonesome knows what is true
And so I lay in fields so soft
Dreaming of a love, to lift my spirits aloft
g.r