Quiet Time

Subtle soft
silky sense of
sensuous satisfaction,

satiny reflection slips over me

Draping an expectant soul with its seductive
Supple silence.

Serenity seeks the Siren, calling
Clearly amidst the cacophony of
Suggestive silver linings.

Peace I think is at hand
Quiet prelude this
Sense of rest
Quiet precursor
To many hopes still tethered

Many dreams still reaching
With their still small voice
From destiny’s docile distance.

For emptiness to be so regally cloaked
To be so auspiciously disguised
To be so simply absorbed
Into my porous, pious confidence

Surprises even me
The prince of loneliness.

Heir apparent to a kingdom of self serfdom
Land without milk and honey
I acquiesce with ease

to my quiet time
my time for mimicked understanding
my time for instant insight
my time for lighting the way
That needs walking, not lighting.

Where is the whisper of my soul
mate In this silence? Can a word spoken
alone be heard
Can what is heard be known
Can what is known be embraced by

Another heart, another heart
Asking or looking or hoping for someone
Different to offer understanding of the same

Quiet time that cavernously surrounds the
Misunderstood majesty of moments touching
Their eternal flame?

Where are you my friend? Echoes are lonely.

Quiet Time

Pete Vande Meulen

Riverside, United States

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