Hushed like a lily flower in the breezeless sky,
I am draped in futile contentedness,
Even my heart is still as I silently sink into myself.
Just me in my cocoon soon to catabolise and soon to anabolize,
But not yet,
Not now,
Not here,
Not far
But soon.
Silent songs play
While we kiss,
And wrap ourselves in bliss.
You smell like me
While I smell like you,
What was blurry now looks brand new.
I am enchanted by what radiates behind those sanguine eyes.
I am curious for our tomorrow,
But devour today because time is borrowed.
THE FIRST ARCHIVES- A poetic journey into and through adolescence
A QUIET PLACE
A quiet place
A place to pray in silence.
A place to say grace.
A quiet place
With silent songs, stacked with trees
And empty space.
A quiet place
With books
Enough to read at one owns pace.
A quiet place is hard to find,
Because sometimes all the noise is in your mind.
