SILENT WORDS


The Redwoods stood still

Ferns, green covering the ground

Sunlight sparse almost gone

She sat at the picnic bench

He watched her silently

Wanting to hold this moment

To hold her

Look into her eyes

The forest is alive

With quiet sounds

A hushed breeze

He walked over to her

Then he sat across from her

A little frightened

But here and now

A magical place

They spoke of simple things

His gaze never left her

How often do two meet like this

She sang to him with her look

She reached out with her hand

Touched his fingers

They rose from the table

Not a word between them


Michael V Hechtman