Silence

Silence is the rock where I shall stand
The silence between this and the next breath
That might be, is not yet, death
The silence between lover and lover
Which neither flesh nor mind bridge over
The silence between world and world
In which the promise first was sealed

The silence between word and word
In which the truth waits to be heard
The heart's silence between beat and beat
In which myself and silence meet

Silence is the rock where I shall stand
O, when I strike it with my hand
May the artesian waters spring
From that dark source I long to find!