There lies within me a loom... spinning threads of silky stardust, weaving the tapestry of whispers.
The embers glow silently in the dusk, what they do not show is the silent weep... of how I
weave them into dreams of you.
Have I ever told you of the ocean vastness beneath my eyelids?
Tide after tide carries the warmth
of my love, gently brushing the shore made of forgotten sonnets. Is it bold or perhaps contented rage?
This molten fervor that knows not the chains of yesterday but dances freely... forever yearning.