to you I am a mystery even to myself
my affection I hide in the flash of my verse
my passion in the thunder of my stillness
but my heart is consumed with longing
the flame of your being devours it
when I speak do you hear me truly?
when I fall silent do you sing my song?
to myself and to you I am a mystery
a meadowlark ascending at break of day
a meadowlark that sings your silences
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© Gregory V Driscoll 2013