Silent, Loud, Eternal

1
The gentle love of tender touch,
Heavy eyed slumber where even dreams run quiet.
A peaceful patchwork of memory.

2
Pounding hearts battering madly against ribcages,
the sheer noise of thought.
Solitude is often just as raucous as a crowd.

3
The chase, the quest, the intangible,
That, which upon our arrival,
vanishes as air and hides in our pockets.