The silence falls in raindrops between

The sea of you and the sea of me

Leaves on the surfaces curiously

Arranged into words of Aristotle


Light reflects, carries seconds on its back

Little specks of time to where

Even gods are too tired to care

And loss of meaning is no more mourned


Let us remain


With your face to the wind

With my back to the stars

Let our silences mesh

Where no speech will suffice