Water comes with the dawn <br />Finding my dryness yearning <br />Welcome clouds gather <br />Blanketing the cruel sun. <br />Better than night, this soft gloom <br />Tempers edges, soothes pain. <br /> <br />Under its pall the word forlorn <br />Loses its fierce burning <br />Under its grey, the weather <br />Of the soul resolves in a dun <br />Nothingness, a quiet wide room, <br />A misty, dull and peaceful lane <br />To rest in till love comes again.<br /><br />Richard Blanch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-quietness/
