Words unspoken
In a silent room
Their meaning carried
On a falling leaf
The leaf that fell
From your hair
As you passed beneath
A drooping branch
A voice unnecessary
For your visit this night
The voice of a Muse
Need not roar
A hushed murmur
Indeed a whisper
Has volume enough
To penetrate the void
The distance between us
Marked in time
But not intent
For you are ever present
In the spaces between
The days are numbered
The voice sublime
As a rhythmic harmony
And your quiet utterance
Fragrantly sweet
As a sliver of a moon
Crushed in lavender
LiNdA
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