Between you and me,
A flurry, a whisper blew.
Your lips moved, hands still,
A movement; clear yet transient vibe,
Fleeting, yet tangible.
A new constant, to hush the jibes?
Utter out loud, shred the silence,
A plea, do honour this alliance.
What was it, this movement?
A bridge suspended,
By a thread, a cadence that is ours?
Recognition bound in taupe,
Prayer flags flutter in hope,
Yet tenuous, beyond those scars.
May movement be ours again,
Free, unfetter, unharness,
Those whispered sweet-nothings,
Broken, but restored : the nudging,
The mingling, the shuffling.
A Movement; a start,
New quest, forgotten fears,
Pretend arrest, grace unseal,
Joint visions congeal.
In our once-homely glen,
Restore the Zen, our love re-blend.