A language of words not known
runs out of the portals of the skin
wrapping the world without
from the universe within
touching the tremblings in the spheres
holding the silence as a door to the uncovered
to display the fragile in all its glory
notwithstanding untouched by all its sights
like the petals that flower into bloom
no voice is needed to understand
the act of love in its essence
it just fills the room
°Woodlights Woudlicht
