Speak to me
softly,
in secret tongues
that only the heart may know
and only the soul
dare understand.

Still the hands
that tick,
sweeping away our days,
and place a moment
forever
here in mine.

In each word
I find
fragile beauty;
dewdrops caught
in delicate web of spider's silk,
liquid jewels
shimmering
in day's first golden rays.

Sated,
here
forever I will fly
free.