Within you and without

I wait to know your secrets That will be safe within me But you can only speak to my shadow And my shadow does not speak to me. For I live in a world of wind And night and stars Far from the brown roots that point Skeletal fingers at the sky. Far from the deserted water-hole With the lonely crow at its edge Cawing into the empty air. Far from the searching, From the moment whe you are silent Like a mountain; When my words bleat into your serenity Which conceals some other exhaustion.