Deeper in me than I

I will write no more letters

nor will I cast my words upon your silent altar.

Why would I when You do not answer?

Still, I wonder:

what if silence *was* Your reply

and I could not hear its gentle whisper

amidst the clanging gongs and noisy cymbals

that I had cast upon your feet,

as I clamored for the suggestion,

any intimation that You were searching for me

as much as I for You.