She belongs to a Silence ...

She belongs to a silence
Yet my silence was distant to her

Her impulsiveness had a charm
that I resisted to realize
and I realized to regret

Every woman has an eye of nature
that makes their smile a song in prime

Here I am just a traveler
not for a hunt of beauty

Not sure of my swiftness
I plugged into music
and trotted past the lanes and crosses
lights and shades and bumpy roads

Not her eyes, not her smell
Not her lips, not her tones
But made me see all those woman
Who met me thereafter
They are all beautiful

Now I know
She belongs to a silence
And my noisy nerves
Never had sensed it before