As this everlasting night lapses into silence
Our hearts lit with moonlight, eyes sparkling that light,
We waggle together with this voiceless accent.

Our lips part to talk but stop and tremble;
Like baiting, half-blossomed flower-petals,
Speaking the tongue of the tender night-breeze–
Only we know what we entreat each other
In this everlasting silent night.

Tags: Original Poetry, Poem, Poetry, Writing