i

last retreat
of lovers,
erstwhile poets,
charlatans,
the perplexed
and the truly wise
of this world
who knowing speech
are speechless

is the end of wisdom
silence?

         ii

let me sense
the texture
of your silence

as the shifting moon
passes offstage
and heaven leads on
to midnight

let my fingertips
touch
the stillness
around us

adrift
after many voyages

I seek safe harbor
on your silent island
 
 © Tom Berman

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