Now, dusty as I have become... there is little of silence 
and laughter that I do not know well
familiar 

...like the little red socks I slip into 
as I slip out of 
the pretence and sophistication of my boots
so too are you...
familiar 

and Silence 
...ah and O you have known it all too well

In the night it is your bed fellow 
and in the days and long years you wear it like a wet dress 
salted by the ocean and clinging to your thighs
in fact I think you smell of loneliness.... damp and sea weedy 
and oceanic

Ahhh but you are so lovely there in your ivory castle
It?s windows of sterility sparkle against 
the twinkling blue of ocean and skips of sunlight

That is how I think of you 
...captive 
held in a high white mossed dank tower refusing 
to let down your hair for me to climb

O beloved Rapunzel your name becomes you