Silent Night

[virtuoso]

Silence is silver
alone in our trance
under the night canopy
the solemn breeze
brushes sweating pores
not even a light rustle
the twinkling stars parade
their silent march shuffles on
brailling a heavenly requiem
as the magnetic moon draws
the tides to the listless shore
so it pulls our bodies closer together
but the electric pulses don't charge
our sensory poles

Beneath the sky's, blurry lens
our still life portrait develops
on a protruding balcony
seated at a table for two
two silhouettes in the candle light
sharing the tranquil night rhythms
our glass table an iridescent bowl
earthy tones sparkle in the after glow
my lover's blond locks set ablaze
and her powdered neck shimmers
the frothy beads of our untouched lattes
an illuminated strand of pearls
the city lights flicker in the distance
the lampshades on our eyes are drawn
Silence is golden