Silent Autumn

9/30/01

In distant worlds

do I belong.

Where breezes are soft

whispering long.

And souls are enveloped

by a coolness that cares.

Smoothing out harshness

of unkindly glares.

Though a light, much softer

safe for the eyes.

Warms even the hardest

of unyielding cries.

Shielded by energy

a love that consoles.

By this soft light

that welcomes us all.

“Where is this place?”

one may inquire.

In autumn’s heart,

when shadows begin.

Where the world stands still,

listen for me.

Be soft, be silent,

and I’ll set you free.