Her Silence - Sculptured

Eyes of sienna muse and dance

To our tune of subtle romance

Exchanging of conversing stares

Casts a tune so potent, so rich, so rare

Eyes that speak whispering words and more

Gentle images opens dream’s door

So graphically elicit so delicately explicit

Is your beauty and every gaze

Trapped in this routine so shapeless

But I can’t let myself speak nonsense

Such a trivial thing those first words

And who am I but a songless bird

Forever in need of substance

But won’t find it in that empty dance

You deserve so much more

I want to give what I adore

My heart bleeds it’s bloodied tune

A silent serenade for you

Can’t find the words to articulate

A fantastic text to saturate

With these words I shall release myself

From your eyes to be never confined

I can’t speak empty words

So is silence the option?

The comforting warmth of absent phrase

Trust in the quite dignity of sight

Where are the impeccable lines?

Where are golden stanzas, surreal?

The couplets of rich poetry?

Dancing words of passion and romance?