Something of Silence

Something of silence comes
Something of delicacy
Like the flow of cloud and mountain
Or the delicate structures of white on white canvas
Something of delicacy comes
Something of silence
The ease that comes with the body's knowing age
The crocus, its petal creased by today's snowfall

Something of silence comes
Something of delicacy
Something of delicacy comes
Something of silence

Silence, not just the attenuation of sound
Not effort or care not knowing or answer
But simply silence
Comes removes the tired shoes
Of today tomorrow and
The wind wraps round within without
Whispering its ownmost name

Something of beauty comes
Something of form
Perhaps springtime's blushing
Or the knowledge of loss and gain
Inside the knowing of non dimensionality
Something of form comes
Something of beauty
The straightforwardness of 20 some years
Or or perhaps something that was beyond moving

Something of beauty comes
Something of form
Something of form comes
Something of beauty

The clouds were covering the sky quickly
And the wind seemed to play like a naughty child
Love was everywhere
And in between the spaces
Of meeting and parting
I write down some words
And perhaps you read them
Or perhaps those are different words

Something of silence comes
Something of delicacy
Something of delicacy comes
Something of silence
Something of beauty comes
Something of form
Something of form comes
Something of beauty