A certain silence

Across the field of hope

the Church bell remains silent

Outside
even the wind
seems quieter than before.

With each morning
comes that falling in love again.

The endless possibilities
dreams,
hopes.

All that I love of life
the scent of the coffee pot
and the cinnamon candle
I lit earlier ~
now wafting,
upstairs.

In the dim warehouse
where memory lives
if feels as though such joy
will spill out,
through the open doors.

So much love,
and a certain silence.


There is barely enough room,
on the walls of the heart