Silver Fog

Hush-hush-hush! Steady as footsteps in the sand,

I hear two other oars crunch in their locks-

And look now, how my boat rocks

To feel another boat close by-

So close, so close, that if I reach my hand . . .

Who are you, who am I,

To halt each other with a cry?

Let us continue blurred and lonely,

Touched by each other's trembling only.

It is so seldom two can be

Each for each a mystery.