Echoes In Silence

What is love but echoes
Of silent songs —
Of infinite aloneness —
Rising in the boundless dark, where
Neither being nor non-being dwells —
Crashing against the walls
Of flesh and form

And the walls respond
Yield as bodies must, in time —
Leaving no trace
Of themselves
The echoes
Or the infinite

How can I truly express
My love for you, my love
But by not expressing —
By not being
Between you and the presence —
The majesty —
Of the infinite

So that
Love alone speaks
Neither me nor you
Be anything
But walls
To echo its silent songs

What is love but echoes
Of silent songs
Of Infinite aloneness —
Where walls never meet the silence
Where only the silence
Can ever become an echo

Or perhaps —
What is love
But silent echoes —

A collision of infinite aloneness
Against the veil of imagined walls
Separating it
From itself

And what is love
But longing
For the echoes
To cease