the world doesn't go quiet,
even in sleep, i cannot hush the frenzy this century's obsession with speed and numbers and answers has instilled in me.
i am running.
i am watching oceans, endless waves.
i watch worries like a child trying to catch one and hold on, only to be knocked over the by the next while watching the first one disappear.
i cannot get these thoughts to slow, to stop to quiet.
i cannot live in the chaos.
but…you.
you give me blessed calm,
stop the crosswind and make the water so placid i can hear my breathing, focused for the first time in years and crystal clear.
no formulas, calculated notations, poetry – forget astronomers exist – notes, titles or to-do lists, for the first time in years,
i am at equilibrium.
i am not running.
such relief i didn't know existed.
i look at you, foreet that i am standing before the master of my dreams, and enjoy the silence.
i do not wonder desparately what to say to you, like perhaps i should,
i just
breathe, attuned to the world and so suddenly at peace.
my mythic ancestor of grass
loved stars, loved the open sky, the constellations and the uncomplicated, lonely solemnity of beings too far away to hear
they filled him with a peace i can only achieve through you,
(this was, you know, an accident, i didn't grow up hoping love would make me silent)
understand that i am reborn, and i could tell you that you are the stars in my sky,
but weak love poems cannot touch my relief, cannot touch this peace.
i am asleep in your arms, putty in your hands.
with you, the world is quiet. i forget the noise of the waves.
until….
like hadyn's discordant wake-up call, i am cast out into the world once more,
mind louder and waves higher than ever before
surprise.
but for your safe harbor, i will always remember you,
my star, my perfect silence.
