Untitled - January 16, 2002 Like the silent night gradually emptying the sky of bright lights and the noise of daytime - the slow dance of two lives begins. In time, you stole my words, replacing them with joy - overflowing from the heart until they found haven on new pages. In silence, I revel at the new sensations - unable to give voice to all that was felt -- knowing only that this was pure and utter happiness.