More Silence

We all have the capacity
deep in our dreaming bones
for more silence.

On this empty frontier of the mind,
clarity is the only expense.
Clarity is the solitary refuge.

I have sung this lonely canticle,
chanting in silence
until the echos accumulate
like petals of daisies
after a July storm.

This white vibration we share in the prayer beads
at the gathering of the pulse at slim wrists,
in the quickening pads of our fingertips,

is the gaze of a lover
holding the moment
for infinity.