If thoughts alight, not deep within,
A mirrored soul, a whispered grin,
Must grace the dance, a partner true,
For thoughts of light, a vibrant hue.

A fleeting glance, a whispered word,
A shared delight, a moment stirred,
A gentle hand, a knowing eye,
Where silent songs, beneath the sky,

Find harmony, a supple grace,
A rhythmic sway, a joyful chase,
Two souls entwined, in whispered plea,

A symphony, eternally,
For if I think, not profound and vast,
Another heart, another cast.

Tomaž Jevšenak