Untold

It is, my love
the sirens of silence
It is the sound
of him and I
through our eyes
that pierce our body
and touch the very depth
of our souls
It is, my love
the sweetness of distance
between him and I
that brings us so much closer
through the open doors
of my dreams
and binds us within
It is, my love
in equanimity of his eyes
where the verdant landscape springs
with touch of an autumn
as I find myself swayed
deeper in that paradise
where my tranquility begins
and ends
It is, my love
the sound of something
unknown to my ears before,
the vision of something
unseen to my eyes before,
an emotion of some sort
that cannot be told.

28.08.05