There is nothing I can tell you about my quiet
that will be about your quiet,
only the most generic statements concerning
ticking clocks, heavy eyelids, humming
electronics with dull-glowing blue
and yellow hues.

These are the already-knowns of our quiets,
Venn circles forming meager gibbous moons
while we are rendered primitive, blinded
by the other’s unfathomable, barely-eclipsed sun.

Tell me something secret about your quiet: something
that on rarest, perfect nights escapes to light
heavy eyes with bright-glowing blue
and yellow hues,
and I will nod;
my face will crinkle with the effort of empathy, understanding
the fundamentals of radiation,
but even from nearest celestial bodies,
impossibly tumultuous fire
appears serene, and silent.

v1: http://cohesivenarrative.com/2012/09/27/our-quiets/