She languished in adamantine silence,
a rigorous riposte of melodious mosaics -
too primal a spirit to capture,
too pure to lift alone.
Underneath the quiet questions
she dared not ask
lay the stringent seeking
she would not defame by denial.
A strident whisper might turn her head,
but never her heart,
for it sought loyalty and royalty
among the commonplace -
stars singing within unfurling fog.