Rare words,
Wildly
Running
Through those
Full lips—
Untimed
The ones you
Didn’t dare
Open
When trying
To speak
Your riveting
Lies
Rivers
of sound
Reverberating
Through
Silence,
Flying arabesques
Of the mind—
In your dreams,
So far away
In that gloomy horizon
Silent
Words—
Wildly pouring
through
Tearful
Sights
Soft mounds,
Rare waters—
Some eerie
Arabesque
Light
The one you
Wouldn’t dare
Shed—
While plotting
Your riveting
Lies
Silent words
Soothing waters—
And ghostly
Dreams of
Might