So soulful and very mystic this time so begin
It was so much without saying anything at all
A stillness of silence so profound
The simple and soothing secrets of sounds never composed
A whisper in the ear from a shadow of cool breeze
And slow clouds being pushed apart by the wind
Silence on white cliffs and empty grey skies
A tear could readily fall hauntingly from the view of her beauty
It was so much without saying anything at all
Yet the color of her brown eyes
Seemed to slip away from the candle flame
One would truly dislike as they slowly passed away
They would unwillfully threaten to leave and betray
As pleasing to the senses or mind aesthetically
As  eyes were once closed in the Garden of Eden
It was so much without saying anything at all
From under the flickering light designs
No words could ever compare such of atmosphere
Forthwith the beauty of silence
Thence her intimating shadowy eyes
A clueless looking glass of never sea
Wasted on he in time flows of night moths
Fond affections were never stated to she
From cold secretive envelops,
And faded letters of dusty dry ink
Visionary shadowy landscapes
From the scent of a lost silence
And time became just a lost memory
It was so much without saying anything at all
The leaves gathering in a motion of a winter whisper
An unclear , and uncertain smile almost seen away