041

white
fading into white,
she wrapped herself
in silence.

.
.

040

adoration could take many forms.

.
.

039

lost to the world,
she had become world.
.
.

038

resting in her silence
she breathed the other.

037

even those
in the still dark
could discern
her glimmers
among the shadows.

036

she offered
the merest glimpse
of her shadow world,
and yet within those
subtle shades
one would find oneself
gazing upon pure desire.

035

failure,
though not sought,
was welcomed
whenever it arrived.

034

her words, a score
to punctuate the silence,
a melody that only she can hear.
.
.

033

it was the little things
of her world
that shone the brightest.

032

it was easy to mistake
her tenderness for shyness.