I am swept in silence dear
With beauty swept clean
Alone in my little summer green
Give me the old silence of
The little wood, like childhood
Where grass is quieter than the sun
I am swept in holy silence dear
With dearest hopes dead love
Unable to recapture Spring memories
Of years passed, I walk now aerial
I drown in the leaves of surrender
Nature takes me smelling the days
Past the brief snatches of wonder that I knew
I am swept in silence dear
There is nothing left of me
But trunks of rain, running wood
That catches the roots of scents.