in the silence
between each breath;
in the pause
between each beat
of my heart.
I will be loving you
in the space between
each passing cloud.
In the grey morning
and in the fading
twilight,
I will be loving you,
as the wind disturbs
the surface
of the still water.
And buried within the
womblike hum that is
the loudest quiet of all,
I will be loving you.
And in this silence
will you know me.
John H Davies
27th December 2010
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