Glass of Quiet

A glass of quiet, half-full still  
You’re the hush I always feel  
You sit across with steady hands  
Like oceans drawn into the sand  
No words, no rush, just tea and steam  
And something soft between the seams  
I don’t ask where you go  
You’re the calm I get to know  
Glass of quiet, don’t spill yet  
You’re the echo I won’t forget  
You cool the noise, you melt the day  
You keep the sharp away  
No storm, no fight, just light  
Folding gently out of sight  
You leave like perfume from a scarf  
Not sudden, not too far  
You hum like sleep before it comes  
Or twilight caught between the drums  
You’re not the start or end  
Just the space that helps me mend  

Glass of quiet, don’t spill yet  
You’re the echo I won’t forget  
You cool the noise, you melt the day  
You keep the sharp away  
You don’t stay—but you restore  
I ask for nothing more