The un-startled
Hear my eyes the sound so faint
The bees feet alighting upon the flower
In fields the quails sudden flutter
Quietly winging away the tockless hour.
Hear my nose the whispering breeze
The gurgling brook over the rock
The whippoorwill shy in the tree
Times metered journey around the clock.
Hear my touch the sighs of love
The distant first caress of lip
Hush the twinkling of stars above
As silent into the timeless we slip.
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