I once dreamt of an open field, br The bareness of which alone did shield, br A shadow so frail, in a shadow as such br Silence. br I thought as much. br br I felt it again on my bed at night br Darkness; through which I saw the light br Silence - to feel; and to feel so weak, br Silence, I think I heard her speak. br br The crowd through which I made my way, br Gave me a second to poise it through br Shouts around, though I felt them nay, br The Me within, in silence too. br br The hours of solace so gifted in tune, br A language unworldly, (beyond the moon!) br To realize it though, you need the frame, br Simple at first, ’ Patience’ the name. br br Foes though come, are conquered all. br In her skin, she does stand tall, br Naïve it is, but more a bridge br Vain and slain, together abridged.