If in the silence would her rhapsody,
gasps in heightened reality,
share a constant in a world of security,
might then are freedoms be heard.
In turn, my eyes open to find her glance,
perhaps waiting, maybe wondering, chance
that I might look for her to be my balance,
tired windows, lovely mystique, sweet peace.
If then come the soft whisper of love’s lament
oh, to be a cliche and live out our excitement,
in the passing sun I will in Nature’s element,
realize the truth, inside a mind, a solo notion.
For it is only in her own passion to find satisfaction,
my life, in quiet whispers, would speak adoration.