SALISBURY PERSPECTIVES POEM 16

In the quiet coolness of the night, I write in stealth.

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"A more secret, sweet, and overpowering beauty appears to man when his heart and mind open to the sentiment of virtue." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Wire

All too brief was our conversation,

A medley of nonsense and consequence,

A chatter that entertained our eye,

And revealed little of ourselves.

Does conversation travel along the wire,

Or are we to know so little of each other,

But the amorous sigh and the laugh,

Of sentiment not yet born or carried?

The sound of your voice commands,

West and with attention at its counsel,

But what of us when the battle rages,

And the smoke is thick and acrid?

It is a baseless thing to wonder for we are,

Content as bees in a honey case,

Working in a fury over our casement,

Waiting for the keeper to see our delight.

"As I grow older, I pay less attention to what men say. I just watch what they do." Andrew Carnegie