Like the quiet that takes the prayers up beyond these golden stairs. Like the glowing heat of loves desire that burns silently inside like a fire. like the silence of a child in sleep without a sound its dreams itΒ Β keeps. like the silent breath of a summer night stirring softly sweet and light. like the knowing glance in a lovers eyes filled with silent need and sighs. Like the silent stillness of the lake waiting for the dark to break.
*is how I give myself to you
from an idea inspired by the talented Ms Rebecca Askew to whose gifts I may only aspire. Jude