Nothing But This Poem by LLM Mbatha

There is a silence in the fall of the night
A kind of silence that longs for nothing
Because content with the stillness
Of the entire planet, such peacefulness
That shuts the ear from the orchestral chirp
Of one million crickets, to hear clearly
Each burning thought, to feel softly
The caressing hands of this black wind!
The geometrical balance of things within
And things without-
Ah! Can a love achieve a HIGH like this?
If it can not, if it has not, then why not,
Alone and on my own, preserve my Peace