The folds in his eyelids
of memories restrained
each lash keeping a secret
of what couldn't be undone.

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.