Wanting and Silence

Wanting is incredible, this is a power that really deserves attention
no, demands attention and its opposite is silence. I want to talk to you
and the silence is  ringing like bells on a moonlight frozen, snowy night.

In this silence my wanting rings the bells, powers the silence and I ask myself
can that silence ring infinitely in me? Is it joy, is it pain ? Can I endure, do I love it?
It has no name and inside it I feel smaller than nothing at all.

But all wanting is the essential clothing of the brat!  see the play of passing clouds across the brow of all us, western children and yet this ringing silence lets me see a place,
a place beyond my silence, where there is no love and no hope,

nothing that I can imagine or remember. A space between the notes the blackbird sings, where a snowflake makes a hullaballoo, where a flower opens across a century, a leaf falls from a tree yesterday but never again - nothing ever happens there, except maybe laughter and its right here, beside me now.