one who slides right in
the mind of words in flight
in unbound imageries
overwhelms this night

swinging from lips they drip
this pendulum of words
and shivering syllables
crochet a weave of love

a midnight's lyric strung
with hope of rising dawn
she holds her breath in wait
what seems shall last eons

say whom does my muse love
two hands which never hold
whom stars which never see
a fiction glossy bold

invisible as the wind
so fickle as the snow
dripping with silent sighs
with promise to endure

admirer yet unseen
elusive shiny white
a voice still unheard
a kiss of heavens bright

all of a piece of whom
a man i'll never be
which fills my muse's heart
her fair reality