Muse

Silence is golden,

but I still can’t guess.

Tongues tied

beg answers from

a sleeping Muse;

an Oracle whose love

falls like dust

on our ears.

So speak

some nonsense of the heart;

your Midas touch

has dumbed

whatever passed

for language.

Futures

For Norma

Thank you

For sticking around.

It must have cost

A fortune

In time travel.

From stars yet born

Why choose this one?

I sent no signal,

But lived in trust

That telepathy works;

And natures not our own

Can feel.

The crater where you landed

 Seems

Great enough to hide an ocean,

Yet infinitely small;

Foretelling all,

In words

Unknown to language.