You spin your answers like spells

You spin your answers like spells, In the weave of silence, where measures of silver flow gently, shores of secretive waters. Where have you torn these enchantments, Armed in love like a knight in glittering mythical armor? I can't assign a face or a name to the future, Nor can I discern the color or purpose of the past. Ah, but the glowing canvas of my skin, To overflow like the first sunbeam into the white haven of your celestial room. Silly meanings swirl in a mad round dance, Filling my head with bright thoughts in this voluptuous night. From your voice, I’m embraced by a warm rain, melting into dew of longing, So, ignite the symphony of your words, lest I get lost in the silence of the void.