With tranquil grace
you keep my attention rapt.
(Your tender words
are a choir made for silence.)
Come to me,
flourish in ecstatic dance;
lavish onto me two things
In simple amounts:
Love,
that I may revel in splendorous dance
and Quiet,
that I may rest with peace once more.
Author notes
Another editted poem for my poetry course... you'll be seeing quite a few more :-)
