Silence, the wrong word
Calmness, still yet heard
To steady the mind
Few days high up the hills, away from the grind.
The rush of water against the rocks
To spoil the flow
This is what I will face
only a hundred times more.
And you, lying there in all your glory
Doing what you usually do
Doing nothing;
Stay with me
Saying your wise words, unasked
Stay with me
With your honestly, unmasked
Let me dream
Because I am headed upstream.
