With Words Unspoken

The awkward silence stills the shadows, as eyes watch the sun dance amongst the haze until it is hidden once more for it’s daily slumber. The heavens are painted pink with a hint of orange as the sun parades itself back to its corner of the atmosphere, nestled away from light probing eyes. The pampas wind stirs the tall grass on the squat and elevated knolls. It is there that they are seated, endlessly studying the vast skies around them, trying not to get noticed as they look at the other. Not a word does either of them speak, for it is too soon to tell if the time is right. Soon after, they are found gazing into each other’s eyes, searching for something more, looking further than the outer splendors and beyond the fabricated beauty. It is far too much for simple vocabulary to elucidate. It is a sagacity greater than most. Just a mere glance can eradicate all fears, all qualms, all misgivings.

The sun has vanished; the sky is tinted bottomless ocean indigo. Tender arms seem to have positioned themselves around one another. Still, the setting is too much for words. Lips touch after eyes gently meet; all in it’s order as if it is involuntary. The flutters of the nearby waters give off a calm breeze as the shyness melts away, just as its predecessor the sun. Star-crossed lovers develop into stargazers as the night gets darker and small lights adorn the sky competing for the affection of onward looking eyes. The truth is known that the tiny ornamental illuminations are larger than life, but for what we can see they are just accompanying the darkness. Love is much like the reality of the stars. We sometimes see love as a minuscule division of life, but in reality it is much more than ourselves, and it can be the world to others.

The night is young for the duet. Their kiss becomes less awkward, as it flows more naturally. Each touch tender, each word unspoken caring, each look compassionate. Every breath is taken in consideration to the other and every movement is made for the companion. Their eyes begin to fall as if decorated with the weight of the world. They nod off into an easy sleep, nothing more innocent, and nothing most chaste than this. To drift asleep in the arms of one another defines the pure essence of love, the unadulterated truth.

With words unspoken fate is met, love is found pure and true. The endlessness of this discovery cannot be changed by the world, but the world can be changed by this everlasting unearthing. Hearts need not be broken but only fulfilled by another. The morning has dawned, and still in each other’s arms they find themselves. Pretending to be asleep until the other awakens and opens their radiant eyes, which focus only on the other now, forever, and always.