The Stone Pillow

You keep peering at me from behind

the veil of hard-to-digest dreams.

You still lack the love

that would give a name

to hate and anxiety.

I am trying to free myself

from the gilded cage

of your untamed conscience.

I dream that the past will tame

the present, that pain will become

a lullaby for a weary world.

I put my face to a stone pillow,

I dream of silence that will bring you,

that will teach me

to die without haste.

The spring miracle brings nameless words,

the first summer night

passes without fear.