There is a spell in silence’s glance,
A rounded calm conveying vow
From each of sunset — sunrise dance
Gracefully done beneath stars’ glow.
Untroubled time — a haven bond
Of vivid memories and dreams,
Retrieving rhymes and rhythm of God,
While tightly folding in love’s beams.
There is a spell in silence’s sight:
A blue, and glorious soft light.
© Simona Prilogan, May 2023, London