She is Quiet From this place I have watched her I have seen her move Sliding along the

shores of her own desires Her eyes darting briskly around the corners of her own dreams In those moments I question her casted images across my heart Reflecting my deepest prayers to her side Innocently I imagine love again, standing lonely in the corner Enticing me to join the shadowy depths of its unknown pillages Without consent she stands idly by, laying her soul cautiously before its feet Her vision captivates the sharper aspects I have forgotten about If only she knew how fraudulent I was, how desperately I spoke out How ignited I felt when she called me close with laughter How sunlit peddles follow her every step How days lasted longer without her graceful presence But alas all is quiet In those moments I whisper prayerfully Guiding, silently, my neglected loneliness toward the promise of tomorrow Through gleeful loathing I turn away to forget her movements My eyes shutter as though to draw back tears And then I ponder If time stood courageously by, echoing toward needed passages Would her essence flow through me And would, in that moment, I become her breathing heart beat, and she mine And would, excited by possibilities, that way bring about infectious love Cascading around those we cared for, locking them deep within happiness With a whimsical melody and gay anglings, annoying their inner masters Could we curse them with that honor, without remedy? Yet all is still From that place I continue to watch Crafting fleeting moments into cherished yesterdays There we were, blind spotted, without form; only for an instant Existing in the prism of a rain drop; the flowing of a daffodil pod The envy of the rising sun and falling moon We were non complacent to the heavens Our paths crossing briefly and without intimacy And yet, we were lovers From this place we drew ourselves together Collected the willful properties, the shattered promises; for the gloriously unattained We spoke similarly, crashing our hopes into the others Then slowly we cast our spell, eyeing each letter from the solar point of our beings And we became entrapped, mimicking what was unavoidable That trance abounded by luck whos prominence hushed the world And created cosmic royalty Yet all is unknown From that place I mourn her entrance into my embrace

Upon little caring has love grown to blossom a forest Yet her way has been cautiously liquidated, a map freshly given The pain, sketched so deeply that her shadow holds her hostage And I wallow, entrapped by divine laws, a role I never surrendered to But now I stand over here looking through an empty glass My edge lost in service, her way thrown eschewed Theres rain between the space we know And heart ache within our syllables And yet all is silent

She is Quiet From this place I have watched her I have seen her move, sliding along the shores of her own desires Her eyes darting briskly around the corners of her own dreams In those moments I question her casting images across my heart Reflecting my deepest prayers to her side Superbly I imagine love again, standing lonely in the corner Enticing me to join the shadowy depths of its unknown pillages She stands idly by, laying her soul cautiously before its feet Her vision captivates the sharper aspects I have forgotten about Abandoned within my innocents, reframing me from indulging in childhood playfulness If only she knew, how fraudulent I was, how desperately I spoke out How ignited I feel when she calls me close with laughter How sunlit peddles follow her every step Yet her way has been cautiously liquidated, a map freshly given The pain, sketched so deeply that her shadow holds her hostage I wallow, entrapped by divine laws, a role I never surrendered to But now I stand over here looking through an empty glass My edge lost in service, her way thrown eschewed Theres rain between the space we know And heart ache within our syllables