When silence sounds well

I believe it began with the walks...the beautiful walks in the
relatively early hours of the morning and then again in the twilight.
Watching the morning Sun together and the joint gazing at the
star-studded evening sky...(with a special eye at the Pole star :-)
).

The walk feels out of this world and I'm glad that he is next to me.
Eyes caught each other many a times. If two people are exchanging
glances, "silent conversations" are underway--the undecipherable
proclivity is to WATCH and SEE if we can TRANSLATE what is being
said.

"What is reading, but silent conversation".....so said Walter Savage
Lander. True friendship honestly requires no studied phrases. Blessed
with a penchant to reach each other's mind, We know. And we do know.
Cannot really explain how he makes me feel
HE: She feels so warm.
ME: He's felt right since I met him.
Every single move would be enchanting...with me breathlessly waiting
for the next step--eyes penetrating deep in my soul.

Having passed the critical threshold when I learned (unknowingly) to
converse with him, quietly, I'd discovered that distance wasn't a
hindrance; and then, soon afterwards, that time wasn't a hard nut to
crack either. So, here I was conversing, in a manner of speaking ...but
without actually uttering even a single word. Thus we join each other
in a silent communion--speaking with SILENCE......... a silence more
eloquent than speech....a silence which is the rest of the mind and the
spirit ? a silence as deep as eternity...a silence which can never
break a connection of souls.

"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the
inexpressible is music."
- Aldous Huxley
Listening to this silence is love in action. In the course of a thing
as simple yet amazing as a silent embrace, there's nothing to marvel
that neither he nor I could say a word because from the minute that we
embraced, the light of love divulged his heart to me and mine to him.
By its workings, we looked into each other, knowing what I wanted to
say to him and what he wanted to say to me better and with greater
comfort than if we had spoken.

'Words forged a hallway between us
its walls bright with trust
love weaves in and out of our sentences
I rise to meet you in unspoken conversation.'