Silence came through like a golden forest

your silence isn’t in death, it’s in between the golden brown hills,

The twilight ridges that created you.

The Silver silence sounded off the Angel, reverberating like the sister bells of Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris

her song-voice tumbling into the green eyes of shadows.

Her Halo Eyes is awaiting, in the mists of cavernous clouds and drying sun.

Love comes through in many forms

Through a cannonball redhead with Ireland green eyes who tastes her lover like a danish, a deep ocean she dives in. She scoffs and eye rolls. She cries with no tears.

And Halo Yellow Beauty, with his hands shaped like the marble cold and perfect, trapped too long in a box

Now freed to find his Pretty Eyes. He longs for passion with romance. He laughs with dreams inside of it.

Yes love is real

Yes love is kind

Yes love is in a forest

I found it with you

In a slab of deer, cold and salted

Now alive.