WHEN SILENCE IS A POEM TOO...

When your words are quiet
When your poetry doesn't speak
Come hither...
And we'll talk in whispers
Of wordless sounds...ever so sweet
I'll wait for you beyond crimson skies
When the ball of gold goes to sleep
And night descends on footsteps soft
Skirts twirling in a twinkling sweep 

Come over, and we'll lie pillowed
On effulgent stars
Watching each other in their mellow glow
Held fast in bonds of silken love
Breathlessly awash....in fires...
While songs in our veins will flow 

Like wisps of forever meanings
That only we can see
In spaces, void of unneeded words 

Those gentle notes will rise
And soon

Within the tender silent dark 

Together, on heaps of euphoric quiet

We'll lie...


MS