a love poem by Thomas Davis to Ethel
The aftermath of a moment
Is hard to describe:
The beauty:
A flash of sunlight
Through the storm darkened sky,
The wonder of beauty
Which may never come again.
Love, there was a night
When the stars were slung
Over the sky’s black face.
You were singing a lullaby,
And I was changing words into song.
We were happy and love filled.
The night was a rhythm of ourselves.
You laughed and made me see geese
With white wings in dark skies.
I laughed, and you stopped your lullaby.
Love is a kin to the silence
And also to the song.
You and I were singing,
And both of us stopped
To listen to silence.
It was a wonderful evening, love.
It is a wonderful time.
fourwindowspress 
WOW, exquisitely beautiful!
Another beautiful poem, Thomas. Thanks for the reminder. A happy Thanksgiving to you and Ethel. Jim
A beautiful poem Tom,
There is something quite magical about two people being together and comfortable enough in each others company to listen to the silence.
My very best to you both
David
Beautiful enough to bring a tear to the eye.