Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Quiet

Early morning quiet
has a life of its own.
Breathing softly.
Blanketing the sleeply,
while embracing those awake.
Bathed in the stillness.
Ears perked, but not hearing.
Lips sealed, not talking.
Heart beating, but still
In the silence.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love this! Have a great day! PrajnaD

clawstalker said...

Love this poem! It's wonderful!! Rondajambe :)