A silent river.

Silence invades me. My body is surrounded by it, and inside it silence is the king that reigns. All I hear is the breeze, and the distant sound of a slow river flowing, shinning like crystal under the morning sun. 

Something, I fear, is not right. I don't feel it anymore. Somewhere, someone is shaking, and they can't seem to stop. I feel every movement, every single quiver of that trembling body. But I have no way of stopping it, even if I run, there is no way I can get to the source of my fears. Still I feel nothing that has to do with what most matters to me. 

But in spite of this, there he stands, alone, waiting. There he is, looking, glaring. A slight turn of the head, a long breath released, and he is next to me. Silence is king again, and now queen as well. One movement of the hand, and the sky opens. His eyes fix to mine in one magical second, and all I see is the color that lives in them. The silence grows, leaving his breath as the only possible sound. No movement alerts me, nothing calls my attention more than him. 

I live in silence. I live in him. Silence is my kingdom, silence is my king. Reason means nothing to me in this moment, but feeling is what matters. Feeling brings me to him. 

And silence is my king. I adore thee.