The wind speaks softly and my candle is dim
the shadow of a cross is cast upon my wall
and the room trembles with the traffic passing,
hissing upon wet roads.
Beneath all these sounds, there is here
a deeper velvet silence
a space inside me that should be filled
by the beating of my heart
but is only a yearning darkness
a wing-pinned bird stirring in dream.
I remember what it was to love.
I remember standing naked in the rain.