Long loud streams of questioning were curling down these trees
And where they came to rest was anybody’s guess –
To which or where should ever streams like they be sent?
Tucked in lonely ownership of darkly purchased night
Deep-drinking of the solitude, unrivaled and unmet
Quiet’s first defender yet allows a moment’s breach
Are ears enough awake at hours when the owls speak
To know the sounds as anything, to render wonder less?
Flickers keeping vigil on an empty wall were told
A dream can show, from time to time, outside the dreamer’s haunted mind
And shine again, against the dark, against the still, against the flat
Against the known that kept the calling back
And shine again, against the minds that never knew a dream to ask