Quiet Eruption

By Chris©

Quiet night, quiet sky, and a quiet moon

I whisper quietly to my quiet soul

Basking in the peaceful serenity...

Quietly, each tree branch points to the quiet grass that lines my narrow path...

While the wind blows quietly through each blade...

All this, while a quiet storm builds in my quiet mind...

Confused as to whether it can stay quiet any longer…

Each wall in my quiet soul holds a portion of my story

A story that it can only tell quietly because many lack the sense of quiet serenity that my soul knows

If I speak quietly, my quietness might deafen some of the loudness I encounter on each quiet day

I continue to quietly stroll...

Waiting for the most quiet time, to speak my quiet thoughts...

So they are heard…seen...and felt…quietly...