No Words

           The distant January sun broke through the clouds, the few rays that danced in the shallow creek unable to penetrate the depths of the stillness that resided between she and he. The trickling stream that bathed the round stones deposited during summer floods of seasons past drowned the silence that filled the canyon walls; but not the deafening roar within the walls of the mind, the beat of two hearts, or the dogs lapping up the creek water. The kiss of the winter wind grazed their faces, but it wouldn’t compare to physical manifestation of spiritual connections. It was true that conversation wasn’t the only thing that she hoped to awaken that Saturday afternoon; nor that her hope had begun that day.
            The quiet, as a famine, that left her starving. Why so indifferent, so disinterested? Please talk to me. Her trance fed her impatience. The silence had followed them into the truck, rumbling slowly up the hill. I guess I’ll wait for the summer. She stared at the sky. The quiet, as a time of plenty, leaving him fulfilled. Here in the desert: no rules, no requirements, no burdens or weights bearing down, I’ve never felt so content as I do right now; here with you, with no words.
            Within the same silence that she found absence, he found abundance.