In this early hour
Woken by the dawn’s chorus
I feel a lightness
Love comes from many places
I am fond of written words
Yet respect the view
That they are a departure
With the dishonesty
Of being quietly considered
Not spoken, in the rush
Of conversation; their
Stillness hides the passions
That might erupt, which
Have erupted in the past
Slower words are a safer haven
Yet still so full of absoluteness
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149