A Quiet Intimacy

Dim lights in the falling night.
A whippoorwill calling in the distance.
Outside, the air cools. Drifting in.
A night for curling up together under a blanket.

It does not matter what we do. Where we are.
It is this, the quiet closeness
that makes nights something more
than something to bear on the way to sleep.

A quiet intimacy. Something shared.
Even in the silence there is an energy,
as if our souls know something unseen,
and are content to rest in it.

About this poem

A love poem of course. I was flicking through my years of pictures and stumbled on the one I used – The Vanderbilt Mansion at Hyde Park, and knew I wanted to write to it.

Tom