Asleep In the House of Silence

Between breath and growl of pulse Between absence and the silence cry Repeats for long hours, Things that have been said, at night, Things he knows; it was a dream Was never created, and he, The creature, who never knows What to do on the shores of silence, But to place traps for the night Sleeping in the house of silence as absence! Sleeping as an unleashed raft on the sea, Following God’s trace, which ascends From sea lung, where high up there A clear call - on the - last evening’s threshold, And where high up there Love lives which from silence starts, Sweetness seed and its sap