This silence is not the silence
of the vast space between the stars.
Neither is it the silence
of the dim grey light before the dawn.
This is the greater silence of lovers
that has no need of words.
A wide cloth, spread between two
as easily covering as removed:
a white membrane –
both birth-sack and winding-cloth
for past selves left far behind:
forever changed by these infinities
of transformation, gold and white
uniting in an alchemical wedding.
White queen, red king,
and all the world their court.
these are no masks they wear
but their true selves
with all else burned away
in the white fire
of love’s simple existence.
For love has no need of masks
and acceptance is all