Silence
You quiet my river, raging,
my thoughts still, an eddy,
a pool, cupped in your hands,
alongside my heart.
Your pressed palms,
fingers,
hold my thoughts like a sieve,
pouring to the earth with love.
Rising, through your roots,
through your limbs,
one silence, with you,
one heart.
© 2010, by Michelle Ferris
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