UNSUNG

Beneath the inkness of the sky
The luminescent silence of the stars
Speaks
Often a solitary whisper
That burrows into my soul
In echoes sea-deep
But sometimes
It melds its voice
To the susurrating breeze
To the crashing of the surf
To the murmur of fallen leaves
A song
That tangles with my heart
And plays with my tears
That escape
Involuntarily
I hear you
The call of a distant soul
Yet so near,
In the softly falling drops
Of quiet love

To me
The darkened, moonless night
In its eloquent silence
Speaks


MS