Under the infinite sky when we stand, with nothing but stars above, and the milky way going across, silence becomes the word of moment. We feel. We fill our hearts with the infinite love our Lord has endowed upon us. We feel, in silence, what we don’t speak in words. Peace so serene that even an embrace is unasked for. With hand in hand, we look up into the sky, walking on the milky way with our gazes.
Why does it feel so real? So real to brings tears to our eyes? Tears of fulfillment? Tears of joy? Tears of separation? What? The sky is dark, the stars are shining, the breeze is gentle. When do the desires creep in? Why does the mist turn so dense like it’s a bar on lungs? Like we’d choke up with a pang so miserable that our hearts will stop here and now. A sudden heaviness; a half-tear under the eyelid. Why?
My Lord knows of my heart. When we two — the two eternal souls — stand beneath the sky, speaking no word, with hearts leaping with happiness of being found by the other, the good Lord watches awestruck, taking immense joy in the serenity of the moment.
And do we cry? No, we don’t!