The Witching Hour

So, we have come to this —

and I am writing love poems

(which is some of what poets do);

and you are clothed in silence

because it is safer, or because

(Truly, I do not know the why of it).

And, anyway, I ask myself

what do a few sentences matter,

a few words of sentiment uttered

on a cold December day — That

will not shatter the world to pieces

or knock the stars from the skies!

Surely, words cannot have that power!

Cataclysmic shifts do not begin in words

But —

in the silent deep darkness of the witching hour

when two souls accidentally pour forth as vapor

moving past the confines of body to touch…

No, Not words —

it is only when souls collide

that worlds shatter and stars fall.

Truly, dear one, we are safe from each other.

We are only talking now…

So, we have come to this

and I am writing love poems

(which is some of what poets do);

And you are clothed in silence…

Remember, cataclysmic shifts do not begin in words.

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