Silence sits between us eerily easy

Silence sits between us eerily easy
For the most part, an enchanting chantless
Alba, moon to noon, with nothing busy
But our mutual dumb harmonies.

When clouds intended by a crowded look
Fulminate upon the paleness of our brows—
Silence holds them there, and they'll not be shook
Till we give our thoughts a candid hour.

So silence by reflection arbitrates
And holds us to ourselves, while locked in love;
That you are you, and I am I, no gate
Between two orchards can summon trees to move.

So silence touches us, and the connection's valid
Whether cheeks are flush or the forehead's pallid.