Open the blinds
Breathtaking golden silence, the hills and sky are on fire
Where is the quiet when it is needed
Peace, restfulness. Within and without
Not a place without noise, just the floating sensation of tranquility, as precious as any metal
I can hear your heartbeat, head on your chest
Perfect simple contentment
The staggering cerise canvas before us, reminding that the way is humble, away from human traffic
Crawl back beneath the covers and scrawl your name across my chest
(For Heather)
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
This is lovely, elegant prose…
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Thank you.. means a lot..
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