- To Don
You are the simplicity of silence
a study in thoughts
that begin deep swelling
like the huge rollers that cross
the Atlantic and speak
only a murmur
to the shore more than that
line texture form
so clean it takes my breath away
when I confront your face
in sleep and trace
the landscape of your body hard
beneath the sheets
words test nothing more
than patience lies color
the scene like fall leaves dying
even as they are spoken and promises
are remembered if at all
when they are broken but you
are more an aftermath
of storm or changing season you
happen to me offering
in your silence
all the certainty of rhyme
and sanity
of reason
Fantastic