Quiet

Quiet

the fire burns
night softens the sky,
enveloped by the valley
we’ve been quiet for a while.

to listen
to rest
to dream 
we stopped so that we 
could slow down.

released from time 
to breathe night flowers, 
the sting of smoke in my eyes.

the river melts our sharp edges
the hills listen to our sighs
the silence makes my heart ache,
and my soul come alive.

- CR