quiet
coleen
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i was safe in the infinitesimal world i constructed
behind my locked door and four white walls
it was quiet
so quiet that the sound of my breath
filling my lungs would roar in my ears
like the tide breaking against the shore
ticking away the empty days and abysmal nights
in that quiet i would write love letters to the invisible man
and wile away the hours humming love songs with the man in the moon
and it was so quiet that i could hear the low, constant moaning undercurrent of the lonely swelling beneath everything
and when i met you it was quiet
no one, but we two floating through the air
around us and through me the lightening with no thunder
just the sound of our own gravity
then all the ceaseless chatter
all the noise
all the harpies in my head
all the incessant fear that quickened my pulse throughout every last day of my life
got quiet with the sound of your voice in my ear
all that made sense became senseless somehow
and the upside down feeling, felt natural to me now
so i stopped second-guessing, asking why and how
i just gave in and absorbed the calm you provided
the eye to my storm
and wondered at the joy in our quiet
we whispered away the hours of all our nights turning days
filling the miles between us
with the dreams of our life to come
and for the very first time, i swear
i could see it - the future
and me right there in it
nestled near the mountains,
near the water,
near the sky
and all of the earth just teaming around us
our little home, our sacred place
our little family
laughing and giggling and singing
side by side we two, fingers interlaced
pure ecstasy there in the din of our quiet
between our then and not yet there
are many nights and days and moments and decisions
there are lives to lead and
paths to explore and
solitary experiences waiting
to be shared in the retelling of our days
only it has gotten so quiet lately
and the silence is so overwhelming at times
that it drowns out all else
and when it gets that quiet i become quieter still
straining to hear any little thing that might give me a direction
impeding my own breath, not to stir the air
so that i might hear you if you call
in a silence such as that
the old chatter comes to call
and i sometimes wonder
if you're still with me at all
because there is quiet and then there is silence
and the silence plays games with me
silence laughing says that perhaps your heart has changed
maybe you have dreamed a new dream
but i'm hoping that
you've just gone on ahead
clearing your own path to our home
and you'll be ready when i get there
with a warm fire
like the way you used to do
and we'll whisper away the hours
until the darkness becomes day
and we'll lay ourselves down together
with my head upon your chest
deep within your heart's steady beating
the quiet my heart loves best
behind my locked door and four white walls
it was quiet
so quiet that the sound of my breath
filling my lungs would roar in my ears
like the tide breaking against the shore
ticking away the empty days and abysmal nights
in that quiet i would write love letters to the invisible man
and wile away the hours humming love songs with the man in the moon
and it was so quiet that i could hear the low, constant moaning undercurrent of the lonely swelling beneath everything
and when i met you it was quiet
no one, but we two floating through the air
around us and through me the lightening with no thunder
just the sound of our own gravity
then all the ceaseless chatter
all the noise
all the harpies in my head
all the incessant fear that quickened my pulse throughout every last day of my life
got quiet with the sound of your voice in my ear
all that made sense became senseless somehow
and the upside down feeling, felt natural to me now
so i stopped second-guessing, asking why and how
i just gave in and absorbed the calm you provided
the eye to my storm
and wondered at the joy in our quiet
we whispered away the hours of all our nights turning days
filling the miles between us
with the dreams of our life to come
and for the very first time, i swear
i could see it - the future
and me right there in it
nestled near the mountains,
near the water,
near the sky
and all of the earth just teaming around us
our little home, our sacred place
our little family
laughing and giggling and singing
side by side we two, fingers interlaced
pure ecstasy there in the din of our quiet
between our then and not yet there
are many nights and days and moments and decisions
there are lives to lead and
paths to explore and
solitary experiences waiting
to be shared in the retelling of our days
only it has gotten so quiet lately
and the silence is so overwhelming at times
that it drowns out all else
and when it gets that quiet i become quieter still
straining to hear any little thing that might give me a direction
impeding my own breath, not to stir the air
so that i might hear you if you call
in a silence such as that
the old chatter comes to call
and i sometimes wonder
if you're still with me at all
because there is quiet and then there is silence
and the silence plays games with me
silence laughing says that perhaps your heart has changed
maybe you have dreamed a new dream
but i'm hoping that
you've just gone on ahead
clearing your own path to our home
and you'll be ready when i get there
with a warm fire
like the way you used to do
and we'll whisper away the hours
until the darkness becomes day
and we'll lay ourselves down together
with my head upon your chest
deep within your heart's steady beating
the quiet my heart loves best
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Sometimes the silence is deafening!
holy wow, coleen...
the first three stanzas SO rock me...
the quietness comes through astonishingly well
and when the fears begin, there is a quickening of the read
like the anxious quickening of blood in a fearful heart
she calms herself, though
with promises...
oh this is lovely
thank you so much for your return
coleen.
lovely and effervescent work. may the love so pale and fretful again fill out like the hot air balloons in the early mountain meadow mornings.
warmth and lifting and a new silence with a better view.
love,
seta
love is love is love - there are so many shades and so many ways to love and i've got so many of them left to learn. i just worry sometimes that in the learning i've managed to bring harm or cause the fade.
so full of yearning, but in a quiet way
I was at peace just by reading it