Words Unsaid

The autumn forest turning to framed landscape painting absorbs on canvas the sound of rustle the leaves make on the serene shadow engraved on the stony ground, waits for the shrouding winter when the whisper of wind would freeze and fall with snowflakes floating in chilled air, blanket the cacophonous ambiance of nature on the edge, subducting the twitter of invisible birds long disappeared. Stealthily comes the spring and wakes up the supine buds that unfurl with the soundless cadence of blooming beauty, under the fleeting clouds sailing smooth in the cerulean sky. As the amorous night descends swaying like drowsy drizzle of silky darkness dancing to the dormant mystique melody of moonbeam rippling on the patina of suspended stardust, creating the hue for night’s tear drops, dew of my meadow. The meadow I reached traversing the petrified wasteland, emerged from abyss of condensed aloneness to be with you in this dreaming night when the echo of your faint footsteps faded away for the journey ended in the portal of my heart. As ticking clock of our time stopped at the verge of eternity, my yearning engulfed you like the sun flaming the horizon, where the murmur of entwined hearts dissolved in oneness. Pacified passion communicated in voiceless language of love, composed the lyric of belonging inscribed in words unsaid. Written : September 1, 2019 Contest : Strand Pick 3, Any Theme, Any Form Sponsor : Brian Strand