Every word is a title
Meaningless in its name
An apple is not an apple
My thoughts connect the dots
But share not what is real
Or the mist of how it is that I feel
Winds, that blow away every label
They stand tall but contained
Waiting for the time
To stampede and to rescue
Set free the inner sense
Return to birth with no shell
Pure at the beginning
No language we need to speak
In the eyes one large glimmer
A pulse threading underneath
Crystal clear the emotions
All shared without fear
When we two are together
Stand or sit we must be
And if silence takes us over
We have won the first battle
Where only hearts bare the soul
And souls speak from the heart