Hanging in the air like discordant minims
silence speaks the words unspoken,
the words to confirm their love lies broken -
shattered beyond repair.
When gaze meets gaze and souls are thus exposed
And two hearts beat and syncopate as one;
Is this the start of love’s true tale composed,
Or just a transient moment soonest gone?
No bearings required
instinct is his guide
as the hunter tracks back to his love.
A mute of white swans
raft into dawn's blush
behind the blind's