Silent Shores

There’s a river between us, quiet and wide,

Flowing with secrets we’ve chosen to hide.

I reach for your shadow, it slips through my hands,

Like the tide that retreats from the longing of sands.

But we’re dancing on silent shores,

Where words don’t sail, and hearts implore.

The moonlight knows, but it won’t confess,

The weight of love in an unspoken mess.

Your eyes are a language I’m aching to learn,

A flicker of warmth, though the embers won’t burn.

We move in the dark like ships passing by,

Close enough to touch, yet asking why.

Still we’re dancing on silent shores,

Where waves don’t crash, but love still roars.

An endless song with no refrain,

A quiet storm we can’t explain.

The echoes linger where words won’t go,

A fragile truth we both somehow know.

The beauty of staying, the ache of the space,

The comfort of love in a hollowed embrace.

So we keep dancing on silent shores,

Bound by the peace and the quiet wars.

The stars bear witness, they understand,

The tether of hearts that don’t need commands.

And though the river may never run dry,

We hold the silence like a lullaby.

For love is the bridge that will always endure,

Even on shores where silence is sure.