My room and my head
Are silent
I can be still
And lie down here
With you
A sense of being
Opposite to calm
Ready to face any opposition
Or army
But wanting only to disarm
My knowledge
And for once have a thought
Without a thousand voices taunting
My wishes with the obvious
Fromlostdays
I like this. It seems a little sad to me. I like sad. I have the impression that she/he isn’t physically there with you but perhaps more present than we sometimes are when we are physically present to each other.
We can sometimes sense and feel someone even more when they are not with us, when we are being still/quiet - having that sense of being, opposite to calm… as you expressed.
Something about this makes the poem more beautiful…it almost bespeaks your username to me…but it might just be me and not what you meant it to be…impossible dreams, love lost, futility…
Aristotle said: Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."
Perhaps we can also say that love is composed of two souls inhabiting one body.