Cataclysm

O poet of love
Let your words caress my soul
& flow within,
Into a lake of stillness in me

For what could be of this
The difference is within
Between you and I
There be a sanctuary
Of purest unwritten verses

For even with closed lips
Silence speaks of what feels
& even if earth itself is torn,
& windstorm surfaces

Misery whispers when the heart languishes
For what resides
Is undisguised; longingly.