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And silence is all, it reveals what the world keeps secret,
And she is the world, a universe in her eyes, an infinite vagabond.
"Whom have you loved before me?" I ask with a voice like the wind,
"What have you let take you, that I must envy in the silence of this hymn?"
Questions are like oceans, boundless in thought,
They make silence sing, revealing verses deeply sought.
Her eyes speak as butterflies take flight, gentle and free,
I don't know how butterflies take off, but I've seen them glide, in her eyes, I see.
I've seen her eyes; you know she's going home, you know she is home,
And without saying, I love that about her freedom, in her quiet realm, I roam.
"The horizon," she says, "Myself, water— any water, flowers, and nights, without regret,"
There are many versions of her sighing, but I'd savor one like a perfect burger, no jest.
It makes her smile without smiling, you know,
I believe a smile is a journey, a path to the soul.
She begins with her heart making silent hiccups, ending with a smile, a gentle chime,
With her ocean lips, I've been there, a kiss devoured by time.
And this is what I'll get used to, you can tell she's proud of her thoughts, pure,
And that is just, a woman must be proud, knowing her measure in silence, sure.
But I must keep the night rolling, like a full moon in the sky,
So I ask, "But now, what has changed? What dream did you let fly?"
I pretend not to count the heap of chaos she's let consume her,
And this time, she goes the rest of the journey, and still, she sighs in the world’s murmur.
Her smile is as sure as an old moon, a beacon in the night,
"You've become all of it. You've become everything, my light."
I look at the rising sun and say, 'Yes, that is him. That is the horizon,
My chaos, my light, my silence, my secret, my infinite horizon.'
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