learn silence
and unlearn thought's blear.

must you love.

love its workings,
  its affectations.

  simply by saying
  that to fill a heart
  with all that is clear,
  pour silence into
  the hollow of it
  until it raptures
  and emerges
  complete, hymnal.

this is how i remember you
meandering by, plainly,
like the mouth of the morning
and its slow auburn,
telling me something
i cannot understand (something enigmatic, enciphered in a cornered circle) yet prodigiously
delivered to me, at the verge
of speaking, divining in me,
an intone of solemn invitation.