January 15, 2012

The Silence

Winter scours
our summer beach,
washes you away.
Heavy surf, rising tides,
rinse the sand, make it new,
do the shorebirds
look for you?

Far away I hear a train
across the miles at night.
Closer still I hear the rain,
steady now, in early light.

Only in the silence
of half sleep,
deep in stillness,
no voice telling me
what is best,
do I hear
the distant thunder
of your heart at rest.