Whispering at dawn: “Don’t keep me from what you know.” Answer: Some things are to understand but not say. Be quiet. I saw you last night in the gathering, but could not take you openly in my arms, so I put my lips next to your cheek, pretending to talk privately. I want to hold you close like a lute so we can cry out with loving. You would rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror, and here are the stones. Someone who does not bloom at the sight of you is empty and numb like a drum stored away. Someone who does not enjoy the names of God and the words of prophets remains apart from those.