Silence

[Guest guest]

One time,

I lost my words,

perhaps in the pocket

of an old jacket,

or between the cushions

of the couch,

there among the glitter

of forgotten coins.

No matter,

this heart is like

an old broken pot,

from which silence

rushes to fill

the void around

with shimmering spectacle,

and shape the song

of our love

into a tapestry

to lay

at your

golden feet.

 

Mace