Quiet Still

QUIET STILL...

Quiet still the waters rage against the epiphany of who I thought you
were somebody else I lose myself in these private emotions made known
to you I give nothing less than all of me billigerantly angered by
words yet unspoken in the dawn on me you stupid girl hiding in a
woman's dress me up to be whatever you ask of me shall give as much
as I can soar to the tops of snow tipped mountains apart we are
melting gold into a stream where the waters rage yet are quiet
still...