The Secret Essence of Her

Among the soundless, motionless, nothing, many moments passed.

I walk by her side, through the glowing green. Our worn out shoes, upon the asphalt highway.

The alcove rooms, where we lay. Silent sun, pouring through, cracked window pane. We lie on old carpets, of antique design. We love here, I rest here, with her. Behind dusted curtains, in obscure rooms. Abandoned, and archaic.