Her candor resembled an archaic smile
- open to interpretations.
or perhaps, plain technical ease?
The carvings were ancient
as the wrinkled visage
- like the silent ripples
of a long lost lochan
forgotten in the folds of time.
The stirrings were noiseless
- almost tranquil,
or perhaps, eerie?
All reticence lost, a steady gaze
held beneath the noiseless stars a secret.