A Drop of Silence and a Cup of Love

They sat down on their hearthen rug,
next to the fire, with an earthen mug,
each in their hands.

The day had passed, at long at last,
out with their sweat, shouts and hass-
le in their course.

The one deep breath that they,
took together, took away,
the edge from their their tone.

The one, matched stare,
kissed despair,
out into the cold.

The one warm drink, together made,
on their one tiny stove,

said that they needed,

their bonded drop of silence,
and a cup brimming, full of love.

On Pike's

Salty air, salty breeze,
musician come, sway me please,
flying birds, flying fish,
watering mouth, exotic dish.

Farmer's fruit, freshly wet,
charming faces, happily met,
artiste's child, to parent's help,
lost in colors, is myself.

Obscure wares, colorful all,
changing though, as the fall -
musicians mind, travelers heart,
of a kaleidoscope, is a part.