There is an eruption of silence
When we witness the miracle
Of a sunset
A thundering absence of anything
Except you, me and the glorious sky
Golden clouds passing us by
With our faces tilted together
Your protective arm always round my waist
The disappearance of the sun
Painting a portrait of pure divinity
Unbelievable how such a phenomenon takes place
When all is quiet
When there is no need to listen
To startling colors as the day darkens
To your sweet breath on my neck
Silence
Destiny