Time of night
There is a time of life,
a time of night
that words don’t come to us
so easily -
no more the swarm
of music-torn, sweet words
or long, soft letters;
no more the simple confidence
that sentences breed life
and love;
that a sun-touched waterfall
of ways to say I love you
is enough
to make love happen.
There is a time of life,
a time of night
that we are cursed with silence.