Trapped in the web of
the labyrinth of time,
love struggles in the balance;
companionships substitutes
thrills mellowed by surfing silence.
Once heard unspoken words
now linger in anonymity—
Tides of recurring individuality
froth at the shore of loneliness.
Congeniality now threads
the needle of togetherness—Yet
the journey continues to the end.
There’s no parting of the sea
in the aged ocean of true love:
Her most powerful plea and binding force
are often woven in the silkiness of silence.