Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: --
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companioned inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Comments (3)

Lovely friendship you have there. Treasure it. Love the tribute you made to your read. Words of pure truth and admiration written. Lovely
Teedy, a short, but to the point piece of writing. I had a best friend like you described in this poem. Sadly he passed away just over a year ago. I've never met anyone who can come near to taking his place. (Excluding my wife of course.) Thanks for sharing it. David
not only ok.... great i am speechless.... way to go... **KoNi**