Untitled - January 16, 2002

Like the silent night
gradually emptying the sky
of bright lights
and the noise
of daytime -
the slow dance of two lives
begins.

In time, you stole my words,
replacing them with joy -
overflowing from the heart
until they found haven
on new pages.

In silence, I revel
at the new sensations -
unable to give voice
to all that was felt --
knowing only
that this was pure
and utter
happiness.