Adam Mead ~ Sleeping Silence

Adam Mead ~ Sleeping Silence

Love, how often I loved you without seeing-
without remembering you-
not recognizing your glance, not knowing you, a gentian
in the wrong place, scorching in the hot noon,
but I loved only the smell of the wheat.

Or maybe I saw you, imagined you lifting a wineglass
in Angol, by the light of the summer’s Moon;
or were you the waist of that guitar I strummed
in the shadows, the one that rang like an impetuous sea?

I loved you without knowing I did; I searched to remember you.
I broke into houses to steal your likeness,
though I already knew what you were like. And, suddenly,

when you were there with me I touched you, and my life
stopped: you stood before me, you took dominion like a queen:
like a wildfire in the forest, and the flame is your dominion.

Pablo Neruda, Love Sonnet XXII

Happy Sunday.

Water Night by Eric Whitacre

Night with the eyes of a horse that
trembles in the night,
Night with eyes of water in the field
Is in your eyes, a horse that trembles is
Your eyes of secret water.
Eyes of shadow-water,
Eyes of well-water,
Eyes of dream-water.
Silence and solitude.

Two little animals moon-led,
Drink in your eyes,
Drink in those waters.
If you open your eyes, night opens doors of
The secret kingdom of the water opens
Flowing from the center of the night.
And if you close your eyes,
A river, a silent and beautiful current,
fills you from within.
Flows forward, forward, darkens you:
Night brings its wetness to beaches in your