Why choose this place I ask

…and she hushes my question with her lips pressing just at the corner of my mouth…

So quick to console my soul when her soul itself is shaking…

The lights in this space dim just above a soft ambience / we sit within the sirens of silence without need to utter another word and what was left of light becomes shadow…

To see her is to sense her, so I let sight become enveloped by what appears to be night… and there is now darkness but no fear of an end nearing… I am within her heart and there are a million candles to re-light…