Words in Balance

Nestling close to his heart she said,
Will you read to me?
He said, I will do better
Thus he braided words of
Tennyson, Yeats, Neruda
To create for her a world where
Memories are unspoken,
Longings and desires form crystal droplets,
The fiery-sunflower-soul of life
Hesitate to close,
All at once harsh and gentle

The words connect,
And draw for her a shadow-tree
There she sits awhile in its shelter
Serving quietness,
Listening to roving life
Not needing to reason the purity
To love
Or be loved…