Solace is the onset of silence
in a world the can’t shut up,
The unexpected resonance of a breeze
making chaos of fresh, clustered leaves,
Eyes feasting on freshness,
drinking in primal yearnings
for growth, for life.
Breathing in satin flavors,
smooth, languid, sensual,
slow breaths and caressing eyes,
Hungry to not allow one wrinkle or blemish
to escape my notice,
worshiping all that I find.
Wondering at every perfection,
each new and different.
Though,
to those who move quickly
each may seem alike.
The Sterling Line 