In silence

standing at a window in the nights uncounted

a baby on your shoulder rocking

all those listening faces

all the words written for later

centuries of hours of quiet

a sweepng of the daily

a washing until the clearly

it seems today is all

a face lifting unseen for the sun's kiss

a memory everyone but you is blind to

and the sound of waves

hours upon hours unknown

invisible hearts

only watching

some quiet street and the leaves dancing

how sleeping the pictures flow

how removed from decision there

how another world could be known in sound

or symbol