November

This present calm, shall I compare it to spring dawn?
For its quietness is lovely and sweet as rich nectar
Or shall I compare it to the blue green mountains,
where yellow daisies, lavenders and red roses bloom?

Whilst your heart is the haven to my wild thoughts,
Your words are the sun and moon that rise on my face 
your utterly silence is my perfect home and place
it is where my dusted and weary spirit comes to rest.

Our souls-they are the summer sky and autumn clouds,
belonging and floating in the same height and space
Your arms is where I choose to retire and surrender
when my brave-fierce heart has gone weak and somber.

Your love is my sunset, prefect place and shelter.


-jackie