communion of thought,
our sacrament.

Once souls have mated
the Words hardly matter
Even Worlds can't shatter
Bonds developed across
the way Souls cross.

wrapping my whispers
around your silence.

Listening to the perfect harmony : of night's calm rain.

I dig into my soul
to find a rare path
the deeper I go
more treasures I discover.

Soul stirring muse,
The scent of fading jasmine
blossoms as moon beams dance through animated branche.

In the silence
words become runes
beveled into impatient stone
to be carried through time.