May I love you in silence –
neither through actions, nor words?
Words are like abandoned hives
combed with remnants of honey,
reusable and hollow.
Actions, like golden spoons,
taste of privileges that
shooting stars cannot grant us.
You are the northern lights and
I’m the southern aurora;
similar but far apart.
I dance on painted glass shards
across endless horizons
of midnight coal black darkness
when the curtains fall for you,
and nine thousand miles away
you rise as I fall asleep-
your fiery photon wings,
unfamiliar visions,
awe inspire spectators.
They flock to me in dozens,
tell me how alike we are,
tell me in blue whispers how
I’d have liked to have known you.
I do not tell them you’re the
shadow to my intuition,
unseen, yet most intimate.

Let me love you in silence.