The Silence That Spake

The breeze was still, 

the silence was loud, 

there I was with my love 

as our hearts spoke aloud. 

The birds chirped to their nests, 

the sun was about to drown, 

and there we were, unaware, 

in the world of our own. 

We sat on a dusty bench.

My hand caressing my girl, 

she was enclosed in my arms 

like a string through a pearl. 

As the sun kissed the earth, 

I gave her a peck. 

She shuddered like a ship 

struck with lightening on her deck. 

She complained, "You're so silent when alone with me, 

with others you're so loquacious." 

I quipped, "With you I'm on a different plane, 

where silence, not speech, is precious." 

Quietly, we gazed into the darkness,

till our eyes began to ache. 

We didn't need the word of mouth,

for it was the silence that spake.