Drooling Over Silence Poem by Dennis Go

Have you seen me
Drooling over silence?
I was there
Watching tenants
Of your domain.
I knocked,
Though I'll never know
If you heard the voice
Offered by my hand
And soul.

Silence spoke to me,
Asking me to stay for a while.
You're still dealing
With shipments traced
By friendly habits of perfection.
Is he the one? I hope not.
He carved his love in ebony.
Somehow his speech is diluted
And diverted.

I came
And I'll leave,
Though it's still
A mystery
Whether you heard me
Through the voice
Offered by my hand
And symphony,