A quiet exists, in reason, in heed,
yet such is the mental anguish of silence.
A man wants some center to love
while she is in balance with need.
He will now toward a lonely sojourn
with hope might she find some peace
along the way, a soft reminder,
a memory, an embrace, a tear.
Will we always wish upon desire more,
he holds a soft chuckle, a stoic cry,
for in a single minute the vacancy
affords our capacity a dream, a despair.
Oh, he might wish until the next moon
a spiritual conveyance of this
a thoughtful love, sweet remind
the playful nature lost in serious tone.
He would might the next day be gone
for the only sunrise might be her eyes
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~ finding my way, a personal journey
for Zelda
