They found their rendezvous in a house of secrets.
She smelled myrrh and frankeincense
Time never bound them within  its band
Space was theirs as much as they want
They went long evening walks though
winding road that went up, to the top of the  hill
ending below the yard, star paved sky,
then with a rare fervor traveled beyond light years
she embraced , he felt grace from past encircling him.

The house of secrets had numerous rooms,
not on the solid piles of reality it stood-
he suspected, though it filled mind,
Was she an apparition, creation of mind,
"What is real, what is myth?"
looking downhill at the plains, extending
far horizons, she asked in  mind's whispers
to hear her he needed no voice
birds in strange formations, he saw
flying against the crimson curtain evening spread,
they watched the drama of life, flowing with time,
never they were aware,
they belonged to two different time frames,
understanding  the undercurrents they smiled.
They walked back to the house of silence,
through different roads, to hunt secrets.