Quietude Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

I live and breathe love's deep reverie,
bringing heart's passion into flower.
I am what you feel; yet, cannot see,
one small dropp in a pouring shower.

I alter the shape of everything,
silent waters of a moving stream.
I am hands of winter, kiss of spring,
the fair-ripening fruit of your dream.

I come like a spirit lightly bound,
my footsteps echoing down the hall,
crossing the locus of the damp ground -
one more black shadow against the wall.

Do not think on me then open eyes,
for one breath, one hope, one sight of me.
I shall not be with you when you rise,
having shrunk so small inside of thee.

Embrace the silence of starry sphere,
of the blue winds and the things they speak.
Grasp the meaning of why you are here -
the hands of clarity which you seek.

The answers are hidden like a light
within the tropic trance of your mind.
All eternity is shining bright
if you would but leave the past behind.