Silence

 
In my writing room silence
your voice whispers words
as the world is still moving,
still revolving. The clock arrested.
Face to face I see you as
Silence falls.
I close my eyes, and pause as stiff,
and as still as the cimmerian shade I sit in.

broken
only by the moon-glow
of a computer screen.

Images of you floating like clouds
in the night sky of my mind.
My, how swiftly they roll by.
My eyes open, startled -
startled by your form vivid.

I must write quickly, or lose the scent
of the September air that carries you to me.
My eyes close once again.
Again, I see in silence
the many things you have become to me.