Silence sits between us eerily easy For the most part, an enchanting chantless Alba, moon to noon, with nothing busy But our mutual dumb harmonies. 5 When clouds intended by a crowded look Fulminate upon the paleness of our brows-- Silence holds them there, and they'll not be shook Till we give our thoughts a candid hour. So silence by reflection arbitrates 10 And holds us to ourselves, while locked in love; That you are you, and I am I, no gate Between two orchards can summon trees to move. So silence touches us, and the connection's valid Whether cheeks are flush or the forehead's pallid.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.