The sheets beneath the shadow lights a spark,
for whence we laid down he nestled his head.
Our enchantment lights magic in the dark,
but so much is spoken with words unsaid.
For love can be given without a sound,
and received within the silence of night.
Freely nurturing with touching, profound,
nevertheless understood without sight.
Let us keep the secrets of passion calm,
yet exalt beyond the whisper of breeze.
Free from apprehension and busy qualm,
longing for our souls to be hushed with ease.
For as long as we remain free from sound,
our mystical romance will be unbound.
~28 April 2016~