Silent love
Alexis Holländer
Over treetops and crops
and into the splendor -
who may guess them,
who may reel them in?
Thoughts sway,
the night is mute;
thoughts run free.
If only she would guess
who has been thinking of her
by the rustling of the grove,
when no one else is awake
except the clouds that fly by --
but my love is silent
and as fair as the night.