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 5 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 10 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.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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