she delights in his silence,
the various seasons passing through them cause much pain
gnats fly around
and they are running from the weeds,
they are not living alone anymore
and they are weeping
for all the reasons why waking up tomorrow
in the arms of one another
could be so right.
This is such a strange, wonderful image. It manages a pretty flawless mix of weird and beautiful. I especially love the bit about the gnats. It builds to that terrific closing line and connects the whole thing right down to the wire.
