"Non verbal" they said;
we are,
mostly.

We stay quietly loud.
You live in two universes; 
often in your exited state,
your body moves through my world;
and I just remind you the watch your step.

Which nebula do you play in?
I dream myself there-
with you;
we never watch our step...
Language remains futile...
Nebula conversations aren't even for poets...

Oh,
But...
here-
you were here today...

in our new cocoon,
leaves were new world wonders;
you kept looking at me like I had God's hands...
...Paralleled sentiments...

swaying silent;
in an intimate conversation-
I assign oak leaves to hold my promises;
In a continuous attempt of creation-
Molding this snow globe of ordinary magic,
adding napping posts
to cradle your nebula exit;

Spaces to hold your otherworldly hands,
quietly sending palm transmissions;
Generating a disclosure 
of you-
as my first world wonder
& 
You-
as my interstellar cloud