Where's The Quiet Poem by jodde taylor

Where leaves fall,
and grace subsides:
in the evenings shallow light
I ponder the steps,
taken, to find, a deep quiet.

Within stillness
a sweeping hush:
finds no space
a resting desire,
leads with fire.

A candle blowing
with acquire,
I search this,
a boundless land.

Trilogies of stars,
greet the night
and all lay's full
with wishes inspired.

My head I lay
upon the fire,
to once again burn
in endless hours,
were the heart yearns.