Clasp of silvers twice as thin as each other
Both flat to end in its impact
Its echo does not repeat but lingers like static that makes you think of gold.
Drifting in an ascending melody that
Climbs the senses in your ears as much as your skin.

They lead us steadily
To the edge of the mountains and then stops abruptly.
Stopped incredibly as if it's afraid and timid.
Strings play so thinly as each are all skinny.
A miracle moving like smoke and gas welcomes her.

Slow dance in arpeggios, a glimpse of perfection for harmony, tip by tip
And in her quiver
She laments she'll wait forever.

Forever it may be til she is in the arms of the lover.
For the end of all thousand Decembers and Januarys
Undyingly and endlessly.
Anywhere you go
Seek the thunder you wander far and near, wide and narrow.

Until I hear you sigh
Until you stop holding your breath under the brim of our wishing well.

Seen in its entirety against or being amongst the dark night sky.
The stars then shine brighter
When they are seen together.
Such a shade of colour.


That is the white shadow that hangs still and kneels.
Still, is that a shadow for real?
A white shadow of the sky - why do you ask, why?


I am sitting here at a round table
But I am sitting at a ring of white
Transparent, glass
Where I can see everything right through.
It too
Reflects the light from my eyes.


In its light, there is no fire, no beam, no heat and the air ----
Washes and bathes you yet keeps you dry.


It is just a glow that weighs nothing.
Where and how does it lie?
It is just a piece of eternity's presence looming.

The blunt surface and wooden *****
Confined within impenetrable walls
However reverb dangerously.
Numbers reappeared to disorientate me.

It was the lion I sought advice from
For a dove that had been travelling with a rose
With a weight as heavy as its wings
Against the torrent of winds and sky.

I counted the time as if I were a clock.
Gently did it leave while I was not looking,
Its music turned down by long fingers
That lightly grazed the glasses
Like tracing back the steps that I at first hastened.

Never again will I see with my lashes curled by  
Its own Evening Dew.
I only pray that the silver soldier marches
Next to me with armor close to my chest
Close to my eyes so no gaze could ever penetrate.

I may not scream it from the rooftops
nor paint in rainbows cross the sky,
all the times I've thought I love you
with all the sorrow of a sigh.

I may not hold your hand in public
nor bare your bussom to my breast,
all the times I've longed to hold you
with a whisper gone unblest.

I may not dance with you at sunset
nor feel your breath upon my cheek,
as you too hold back in silence
all the words you wish to speak.

I may not fall before your beauty
nor let my heart or' ride my mind,
just to once admit it freely
yet the truth is so unkind.

I may not say my words in open
but here in private know I'm true,
for no matter what the world thinks
my love's alone meant for you.