The Quiet Heart

The quality of silence quite changed twice
From superfluity of feelings rare,
A crystal breeze caught in mountain air,
To caverned cold and soundless ice.

There is no beauty quite like that caught
In quiet moments beyond all thought,
When two humans share all life has brought.

Terror too divides the silent scene
When the quiet heart in contentment preens
Before contempt that unspoken seethes.

The quality of silence quite changed twice.
Ignorant as a lark in pre-dawn's vair,
My light sought out a light that had always been there,
But dawn was undone by what silence dared.