Let the silence come.
Let it come and wrap around me like a blanket.
Let my head be clear,
my ears be numb,
let it be quiet for a while.
Come lay down next to me.
There’s not a thing you need to say,
there are no words I need to hear.
Just lay with me,
press you lips against my ear,
and breath.
I am weary of this noise
and of the way the world thinks it needs it.
Chatter, jabber, tv,
radio blasted in my car.
Promises, questions, ultimatums.
Everyday I try to answer
and the words get stuck
because my spirit wants to be still.
So come, my love,
and lay your head upon my chest.
Feel the rise and fall of my body,
the language of my heart,
and know that something in my body speaks to you,
with every beat,
even if my lips never find the words.

I love every word of this poem. Can anyone tell me who wrote this?