Communion

By Clara Blair

The silence of your voice
When speech would be a lie
The turning of your face
When I could not meet your eyes

All promises are made now
All made, and some not kept
Forget the sad, my darling,
We'll feast upon the rest.

To know that you are listening
For words I cannot say
Then give me your sweet answer
You take my breath away.

To say that two are one, Dear,
Would simplify too much
But when we are alone, Love,
It's both of us we touch.

© 2002 Clara Blair