Love is a silence that neither looms nor locks

Love is a silence that neither looms nor locks
But travels with us openly lovely
Even unto the very edge of doom….
It will not swerve in the loud lee of rocks

But carries all folded in its snows
Come down clear from very Everest
Luminous as knowing without a goal,
Holding wild commotions calmed to its white breast.

But if I may into this stillness speak
And give love words enough to fill a book
That needs only silence and good love-looks,
Or murmur wonder into a rocky crack,

I'd say knowing you is knowing all
And give my tongue rest to heed your eyes' call.