Freshly cool the silent room inhales

the fair scent of summer night

candles on the table flutter

an incense mingling breeze.


Retreated from our seared souls' silences,

those zombie spaces where in the cold snake

kills the warm, composed heart opens

to the pains that move yet are not changed.


If I could give you now this other stillness

wherein the night owl cries beyond the barn

two minds' silences would be as one

grateful emptiness of a midnight calm.


And yet heart's silences like secrets

are for the single one alone -

in your universe and far away you move

here candles flutter in hay scented air.


July 1975