A Quiet Time
No words to say
No songs to sing
The voice has gone numb
The mind refuses to run.
Letting my eyes dance away
Upon mountains and valleys
My ears listen to the concert
Of the hidden spring and the birds.
No thoughts to convey
No sounds out of my mouth
Quietly I listen, absorbing the beauty
Upon which my eyes feast, and my heart beats.
I hear your voice
Speaking softly to me
Of words that feed and color
My life with love and splendor.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 10.03.10
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