Through the valleyUp the mountainOver the hillsStars shine brightA new moon very lowRomance and joyFull of lifeShorter winter daysAutumn sunny and hotThe falling of leavesMisty early morningFeeling the coldBitter FrostThe sun in goldBrilliant colorsThe sunset glowsSpring begins, and winter is no moreI have seen deathAnd it has seemed to meHush awakeningsI shall be no more
You felt itSo did IWe both know what it wasA sound that isn’t heard Signals the end of love A mating call reversedCoupling undoneA sound that isn’t heardThat says we’re not in love A note that speaks of emptinessLike an abandoned homeNot of an open spaciousnessBut something there, then gone With each two, it is differentNever twice the sameBut clearly recognizableWhen it strikes again A knell of such finalityA whole that...
I hold in my handsA letter from you -Words on paperNot read -Heard -Hearing, hearingNeeding quiet -I fold by half And yet by half again -Your words piling upon themselvesTumbling -Sliding together -Tighter -Folding and folding -Pressing away from me -Meaning lessHearing lessCurves and lines of words fold Lines fold into curves fold into lines fold into curvesAnd at lastFold into quiet.
