Quiet

your slow gentle breath
in the forest silver wolves
hold court with the moon
–
icy water-
the sound of blood
rushing in my ears

soft leather armchairs-
whispers of conversations
too quiet to hear
–
a lone robin-
her tweets
unread

a prick and a push-
quelling my inner deamons
for just a moment
–
thunder-
reveling in
the sudden silence

so much left unsaid
I’m not sure that I can take
your icy silence
–
pools of sunshine-
the soft dripping
of melting ice