He dreams of a silent kind of silence and momentous moments of laugh a minute wherewithal. Of soothed souls by the other person’s ScintilLATEd sense of enthusiastic enthusiasm; an officially goaded gladness that cannot but arise –
Via kind, caring, intelligently expressive eyes: oh, how they have winded and wound themselves UP and to a paralysing Point.
Even if still searching to witness something extraordinarily gathered and dragged at the flabbergasted shoulder by SOMETHING(!) so damn downright sumptuous
He will STILL distantly stare(for now) at the state of her merry-minded awareness time Again, will nurture her outright —
And Thank her with tender (tumult of) time, for her deliciously Delicate sense of supportive silence
