Quiet
“Time tastes like prayer in moments like these, / like standing still inside a song.”
There is a silence deeper than sleep — the silence of trust. *Quiet* is a poem that lives in that sacred hush. It is not about passion, but about presence. Not about longing, but about being allowed to witness love when it no longer needs to prove itself. Here, the speaker does not ask for anything. The beloved is asleep — vulnerable, unguarded, real. And in that stillness, something greater than words is spoken. A truth that can only be heard in the absence of noise. This poem honors that kind of love. The kind that kneels beside a resting soul and says: *I do not need anything more than this moment. Your breath, your peace, your trust — they are enough.* *Quiet* is not a lullaby. It is not even a prayer. It is what comes after both — when silence becomes sacred, and love becomes still. Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 02.11.2025: https://alkonda.com/2025/11/02/the-poem-of-the-day-21/© Al Konda · The Poetry Elite