Standing beside you silence is broken even when nothing is said. Funny isn’t it? The stars and the sky; did they dance and dive, bring cosmic planes of every color into a swirling whirling dance of lightening intensity before your eyes met mine?
Has the world always fallen silent at the beckon of your gasp, a movement so sudden and rasp, or was it just mine?
Strange thing isn’t it? To feel everything you’ve ever been step into the light of everything you’ll ever be, knowing no matter the fragility broken will never be … again …
Oh this feeling, again and again. Melodies in languages I fear I will never understand, kisses along paths I may never travel beneath moonlit branches otherworldly in their desire.
It dissipates but not into illusion, a dream of roses and foreign spring days. It sinks beneath the current, becoming the undertow, dragging us along in this sweet abandon, forever familiar. You are home. You are forever, over and over and over.
Such are the rivulets of love that stream from our silent smiles, glancing eyes, as we stand quiet, forever reaching in fear of loving alone the other.
Beautiful poetic prose and well done on capturing the prompt 🙂
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Very nice, indeed.
Reading this made me surreal for some reasons. And this prose is beyond a wow!
Thank you, thank you
A very nice prose, indeed. Lovely. 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Great piece.
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