Beneath the wind beneath the moon,
you have walls of passion
to behold in delight deep
deep within not to question why?
Unless you feel life
but In a dream
on a whisper.
Silence crawls somewhat attractive
but I was never one to estimate love,
especially when its quiet and delightful
by chance it sits harming no one
your silence is love sitting on a
whisper in the ears of someone
that no one understood except
the one that lifts me into a passion
to behold silence crawls.
By – Opal Ingram