The Quiet

Written by: Patrick Cornwall

I am there and and its quite lovely

It's a place where we met and it still lingers

I see you and I feel as if we were meant

We walk towards each other as old friends

Its silent

The quiet meets us there and the sun

Your face has familiarity but its the first

Your name is like the dew on the grass

Glistens and we walk hand in hand

It calms

The words are few and the field

People are gathered around us but you

You are what I have waited for and it quiets

The quiet guides me to you since that moment


I wake in the quiet and see you again

I try to speak but no words put forth

What about those promises and lawyers

Dreams are broken and I see shapes

The Quiet