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Nothing's Left Unsaid

she stands bare and exposed
in the wilderness of human delusion
a still voice
a subtle vision
of a power so eloquently hidden
she is a face
of that eternal invitation
and she's calling him on home

oh darling, come on home

she can shift her shape
to slip into his skin
marry herself
to all the spaces within
she can collapse
all that he thinks has ever been

she is a ray of ripened love
haunting his lightened moments
with the grace of a humming bird
as a vision of a heart stirred

she is the groan of a mighty thunder
and the pleasure upon his tongue
she is the vortex of his sanity
unmasking his vulnerability
to reveal the fire
of that Giant within
and the more he takes her in
the more they spin
blissfully on and on

oh darling, we'll be going on and on

she calls to his silence
as an echo of True Love
ready to tell a story
to this world
made of silent lights,
and spacious hearts.

she'll leave nothing unsaid
as she cements herself,
into the center of love

he listens in the nights
as she stands bare and exposed
in the wilderness of his creation
a quiet voice
a bright vision
of a power so eloquently hidden
she is the face
of his eternal affirmation
that life is meaning full
that love is wonder full


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