these silences voice
what streams from starlight
a warmer night in February
the gleaming street swarms
with reflected photons
their message will be intuited
only by a still mind
their radiant caresses are
wrapped within a veil of mist
silently become they insist and
we will beckon you to bed
now lie at rest
recline in peace
this is why we traveled so far
to softly inaudibly breathe this
into your beloved ears

© John Greenleaf-Maple – text and art 20180215