Now is the moment
of wonder, of beginnings
and endings that cannot
be separated from each
other and
it is an afternoon
of sunshine in late
july and everything is
new yet familiar at
once, you are still
you with your hazel
eyes looking out to
the stars, and I am
still me, in wonder
of you, yet unable to
talk about it
silence is my name
and credo.
copyright 2007