Cool, Quiet Dark

tic, tic, tic – a lone clock signals
time’s slow passage towards eternity
tap tap tap – the cold rain pours
down upon a weathered roof
eerily, slowly the chill seeps into
the corners of my room

the quiet dark surrounds me like
a cool glove wrapped around my senses
a peace enters my heart and
for the first time my head is clear
a mysticism too old for my youth
fills my soul and calls to me

in a quiet dark that most would shun
i embrace it… embrace it for the
spiritual renewal it brings to a
chaotic soul who yearned for the
peace that only finding a rarity –
a true mate – could bring

still, i sit in the cool, quiet dark –
sit and imagine the life that will be
a life of peace, harmony, and love…
a contentment found by few
a time in which the heart and mind speak
as one in cadence with the soul

i muse about a world in which one’s
thoughts and feelings are precious –
more precious than gold, silver, or jewels –
where finding someone to listen
is not an unobtainable goal but is
already within my grasp.

i sit in this cool, quiet dark –
my heart and mind full of peace –
and i patiently wait…
wait for the time when i am no longer
alone in the dark but
alone with you.