I belong in quiet I belong in the calm When silence drifts on When black envelops the sky When gray clouds drift above And rain falls on rooftops When the sun’s rays Shine before the world wakes I belong in quiet In the weight of blankets Warmth folding around me And when the fan hums softly  Cold air drifting onto my skin When fingers brush paper Pages turning slowly  I belong in quiet In the slow drift of my thoughts, When I realize, without trying, I am happy I belong in quiet                                                 I belong in the calm In stillness that folds itself around me Steady and sure Never rushing away