I like for you to be still, and you are still far away,
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing
like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach
you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.
And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and
constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid