seeker of silences am I.
furious-changing seasons I rest;
snow and harvest find I reflection.
voices call upon the wind,
my reward of requiem,
tell me of the death you have escaped.
stranger to multitudes am I.
ears cower not from shattering sound;
head bends never to chattering mouths.
you whom quiet has never touched,
from judgement your lashing tongues,
be you ever such solace denied.
lover in solitude am I.
by trembling stars and lantern moon;
in full attitude of repose.
who of you should seek myself,
he be led not to my door,
wait, ‘til I, in Time’s own truth, return.