Elvira
She blows into the
chasms of my mind
And I stretch my arms
toward her.
Did anyone ever touch a
phantasm?
But
in the hush of the night
I remember our telephone chinwags . . .
“No
one will love you more,” I told her
And
sobbing she whispered,
“You
are the reason I live.”
These
sentences and many more
Whirl
in my mind like
Colourful,
precious stones to form
The
mosaic of our Love.
Above
all however I remember
The
long intervals of time
When
silence reigned.
We didn’t
try to find
The
right words
Didn’t
thumb through
The
Lexicon of Love
’Cause
we knew that silence proliferates
The sentiments of our Love.
