In the Stillness

I knew you before you knew me
My nature kept me from speaking
Yet, in my silence you did see
And found a heart that was seeking

However, I keep my words inside
I cannot break the bonds that hold
I must not be cruel and cast aside
A heart in my hands made of gold

In the Glade where tranquility dwells
Caught by the dreamy weaving spells
In the stillness... my words are held

I follow the trailing path of rose
That you set before me and around
Another fate and you would propose
But we know our vowed enemies abound

So, we stare at one another in quiet
On the outer surface, we appear calm
Inside the emotion is a raging riot
The touch of forbidden lips, our balm

In the Glade where only few know of
Caught by our telling hearts in love
In the stillness... my words are held


By... Belynia Isithrandil

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Valnuary, in the year 356 AF.