The wind carries a whisper passed my ears
And over the sand it skims along
Knowing only purpose, and nothing of fear
As the

Aimless nights, hollow rooms.

My heart was broken.

My soul was dry.

Your words still reverberate

In my ears.

The unspoken

"Who is she?" you ask yourself as she saunters by.

Her raven hair cascades down her back, swaying as she moves.

The

Leaving the train
with plans
of travel
and time together,

A kiss on the corner of Market Street
and your promise.

The week passed
and

The unspeakable fullness of love,
remains unspoken in God above.
It is up to each one of us, to discuss,
not to break into