Less Than Words

Such the restless need of an
easy silence. Common ground
shared, unspoken message,
simplicity of his presence.
She dreams. It is the same
sky after all, the same
unattainable moon.
She thinks of how he can
run so far away yet remain
so close, how he can
curse the trip and fumble
of becoming all too human,
feeding a base line instinct.
He is more than words,
less than words. To her he is
everywhere and nowhere.