Silent Ceremony


Wisps......
first noticed,
barely caught by a fleeting glance.
Strands....
few, but with sturdy resolve
they gather.
Aimlessly drifting....
passing,
but meeting others.
Flirting with others
in a dance as they pass.
Now apparent
that in this time,
and in this place,
they will stay.
Married now
in a silent ceremony
known only to such as these.
Beauty to us hidden,
we are left with
a sense of unease.
Granting their privacy,
no choice have we.
Their passion but frustrates us.
Their marriage,
their passion,
at such heights
that we wish to see
what consumes our world.
Knowing that not the keenest sight
will allow us a view.
Veiled....
they conceal all
in the throws
of their conjoined passion.
In a chill breeze,
the sun shines,
allowing us to view their union
weakened,
broken by one stronger.
Romance waning, they continue...
striving to be as they have been.
Attempting once more to intertwine,
reaching out,
silently pleading....
the shroud of their privacy
now burning away.
They part slowly.....
touching each other

for the last time.


Copyright 1998
Janet Nix

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