Trust Is Sacred Poem by Brooke Renwick

A quiet room, a lowered light,
Two tangled forms in deep of night.
A silent language, pulse and pace,
That finds its home in your embrace.

A steady comfort, soft and deep,
While all the world is lost in sleep.
In every word and every sigh,
The simple peace of you and I.

A quiet rhythm, soft and slow,
Where only trusted spirits go.
Until we rest, with hearts aware,
Of all the kindness that we share.