In the silence, He stood

 

"In the Silence, He Stood"

In the hush of youth’s soft morning,

He stood—a whisper to my gaze,

A figure drawn in sunlight,

Carved from dreams and golden haze.

No words exchanged, not one hello,

Yet his presence filled the air,

Like winds that kiss the petals,

Or stars that shine unaware.

I chased not fame, nor faces,

Though many crossed my path—

My heart, a quiet compass,

Took only his silent math.

The curve of his shoulder, noble,

The grace in every stride—

These things, though never spoken,

Lingered long inside.

He never knew my shadow

Danced behind his day,

Or how I prayed the heavens

Would guide him on his way.

I loved him with a stillness

That thunder couldn’t shake—

A love that asked for nothing,

But bloomed for its own sake.

So if the skies are listening,

Let my whispers find his ear—

Not to bind or burden,

But to let him feel me near.

For though I walk another path,

With vows and woven fate,

A part of me still turns to him,

Beyond the hands of date.