To Silence

I speak to silence
and say, I love you.
Because you are another
and you are myself.
You are the wave nature
of solitude.
Especially in the forest,
where snowy owls pierce
darkness with a cry.
They mate for life.
I love you, silence.
Your faintly quivering
web of music
holding the stars.
The voices of ancestors
in the flavor of your blackness.
Your fragrance the musk
of the menstrual moon.
The way your mouth
hungrily takes half the earth,
the dark half, tasting of Winter.
I love you, silence.
You are the absence of everything
but wonder, which
like wings at night,
fills what listens completely.