And talkless come to me; like a flotsam through waves, comes ashore in night,
Love, like a moon loves the skies, quietly, through eyes, refulgent bright.
For once let not the veneer of words
Take away the opalescence
That is created by our silence, colored in gray.
Let that be ephemeral, our love
A fleeting love story.
Be in love, then loose each other,
Sundering the life force of the poetry.
Let me founder into senility,
From the dreams of my words
In between the lines eek thyself to me,
Turn into me; let me create thee in a Shakespearean tragedy.