In peace

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