In the silky silence

In the silky silence

of a grey and silver twilight

blooms a bulb of velvet violet

with secret heart of gold.

In a morning meadow springs

a bright, affable daffodil—

no secrets,

babbling everything,

for Nothing can be told.

And in the deepest dark

a spark,

a gleam—

a stark and startling

pure and azure star

streams.

(6-17-73)