I don't feel any music tonight.
I just feel really quiet.
The kind of quiet that takes root in your stomach and builds a house there.
Quiet is good.
Quiet is what I need tonight.
I don't want noises and screams and colors.
I want quietness and greys and clouds.
I like the easiness that comes with my quiet mind.
My brain doesn't flutter or fizz.
It's fluid, and motions of gentleness.
My love is quiet.
It is a flame in my fireplace that warms my face and hands.
Everything is so effortless.
Everything feels as if everything has been this way since the beginning.
I can agree with quiet love.
I can feel it, and taste how pure and clear it has finally become.
like your version of
like your version of love, a good read this poem I enjoyed. Well written poem about your assurity of love.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
thank you!
thank you!