Quiet Times.
19 January 2022

Your footsteps, whispered song,
Basement stairs too long.
Rustle of your clothes.
Crackle of flexions,
Sniffle of your nose.
Colours you chose

Your hand on my pillow,
The rattle of your keys.
Hinges of the door tease.
Silent morning sun,
Sliding o’er the snow.    
Love the things I know.

Shadow of that moonlit tree,
Where you head could be.
Waiting for those quiet sounds,
To set me free.