Silverlight Terrace I see you standing there, but you’re so far away

She moved in on him, and he allowed himself to fall with her -

like the dying sun she had named him after -

like curtains closing on their ballet -

without applause, yet he did not live for the cheers of others.

He lived in the silence, in the solitude of thought, in the secret art of watching and knowing and feeling and seeing. As the fawn and doe walked together between the weeping willows, as the bullfrogs croaked in the overgrown marsh, as the birds moulted from fledgling to sparrow and flew in the radiant dawn.

- as they fell together and tumbled in the soft green grass, as he turned his gaze to catch sight of her every chance he get, as he allowed himself to fall go first, so as to break her fall, as a smile tempted the edge of his lips.

He couldn't remember a time he had ever wished to share careless words with another, but he wished so now. To speak with her, and hear her speak! And yet, he did not wish to break the silence, for the silence brought the knowing, the feeling, the seeing -

Agh! And so torn, his lips parted as though to speak, yet all he breathed out was the softest of laughs.