The Date

Far from the militially mad crowd,
Darkness silently descends.
The unbroken night settles into stillness.
Birds twitter and tweet less frequently.
The relentless still river softly laps its edges.
The chaotic cacophony ceases.
In the hidden room of my heart,
The Beloved’s voice begins to whisper.
As lilac scents raise the incense of my weariness,
His love caresses my soul
Into a slumber to still the mind.

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