The serenity of solemn silence,
Untangled in vines of words
Uttered in hasted moment of lust
Or in uneasiness of its aftermath.
Unscoured in roughness of waves,
Fed by vehement longings for
Tomorrows to come, yet overlooked,
The very wreck nearing the horizon.
Upheld in the clarity of a spring
That glistens the untamed mountain,
And in soothe of the breeze
That shrouds the untouched pines.
In the dance of the two pairs,
In bowing and the sways,
At the heart of solemn silence,
Lies purity of unblemished emotions
Unworthy of taints of any human words.
