Silent Reflections

We strolled along deserted lanes lined by straggly rubble walls, adorned by yellow cowslips, perfumed with early wild narcissus, and music, a fine harmony, performed by finches of all colours Whilst blue **** and sparrow fly from tree to tree. I lingered there, hoping I could get away from the fathomless worries of the weary world, or perhaps find rest in an eternal quietude. We walked hand in hand, listening to the rill Its clear waters zigzagging downwards. She stared at the rivulet with wonderment. I admired her composure, her interest In all around her, a stoic tranquillity. I invited her to sit besides me on a wooden bench. Enjoy the vast silent panorama of the countryside. No other human could be seen in the vicinity Except far off, a farmer tilled his field. She put her head against my shoulder. We uttered not one word. It was pure bliss. I realized love can be silent, For utter silence is true love.