In the frailty of quietness
the thoughts rise and swell inside,
lingering and saturating the mind
with the sweetness of their possibilities.
In the frailty of quietness
where anything can be accomplished,
I imagine the endless choices and
I taste the nectar of the flowers
planted in my being.
In the frailty of quietness…
they flourish, uninhibited,
and their beauty leaves me spellbound,
as my dreams are woven among them.