There is a strange

little silence

between you and me,

and nothing can

cross it:

no words are said

or heard (not even an echo).

 

What is thought or felt

is covered in

surmise

and hidden by

theatre masks.

 

Behind this intimate, still, silence

there awaits a dam:

tight with the

unsaid, quiet wishes and desires,

the deep cold frustrations

and the lingering dreams

from better times.

 

11-5-2010