Camelot

Camelot

Friday, July 18, 2014

Contented Silence




On the moor
We stood
That cold day

Two souls
Searching
For the truth
To shine our way

You pointed
To the ground
Your expression sincere
"In the bog
Faces can be found."
My heart raced in fear
Skipped an erratic beat
As I searched frantically
Near my feet

In all seriousness
You say
"Better watch your step
Or they will pull you down
And take you away."

I glanced
To my right
His profile
In my sight
Strong and sure
Eyes steady and pure

A mischievous grin
Playing above
His solid chin

I smiled
As I turned away
In contented silence
I had nothing to say

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