Quiet Times
When my words are quiet
and yours are few,
we will speak
in tender glances
with a touch of hands
joining one to the other.
Kindred hearts know
every gulf can be spanned
and every gap can be bridged,
even in silence.
The stillness of our souls
reflects the depth
of my serenity in you
and yours in me;
upon life’s river,
we will always sail
together.
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