With quiet whispers
Hands and eyes most closely held
And wishes loud

Closed off to the world
Like two people as one
Are our most gentle clouds
(which may never meet)

With a friction near and voices mute
Beneath sky covered tones most bold
Which linger over dry heads
And warms the wondering air of what is

And in becoming yours, my mostly you
The hopeful thunder sings its sounds
(of not knowing)
So our aftermath will not stop ringing
In these ears of mine
And yours?