Blanket on the ground

I sit among the smooth stones

and sleeping blossoms of my space

inches from the dancing flames

warming the fibers of my meandering thoughts.

In the peace of this hour He cocoons me

in a silence so serene

I hear neither the flutter of a leaf

or the bending of a lone blade of grass.

A silence so profound as to be recognized

as a gift of soothing balm

to the clenching chaos of my mind.

 And if there were a need

for a communing heart beside me

it would be yours...

but you are there and I am here

seperated yet bound

by fragile tendrils of trust.

And when the reverie of this evening ends

as it must

will the silence of rooms empty of you

and barren of your smell

tell a different tale...