The Mysteries Between

You all write, ponder the story of your heartbeats,
The signal beacons, the lighthouse beam of your existence,
Playing with emotions, fooling around with notions of cease and desist,
Russian roulette

I wonder about the mysteries of the silences,
Between the beats.
What happens in that momentary space,
When you cannot say I am alive?

So her is the answer.

That!s right.
Her is the answer.
That's when your lover sneaks in, climbs aboard,
And holds your heart with palm-lined hands plein d'life-lines,
So long may you live together in harmony,
And cracks that may appear from time weary woes,
Are kept from spreading and endangering her object's desire.

Know you now.
Now you know,
It is in the silences that the true joining is confirmed.
Which is why I call her,
My Wonder Woman..