Only You and Me

Between the silence and the sound,

A hidden meadow can be found.

Not charted on a traveler’s chart,

It beats within, a quiet heart.

You walk with me through shifting air,

No weight of promise lingers there.

The world recedes, its noise, its hue,

Until it’s only me and you.

No need for names, no need for lines,

The space is ours, the moment shines.

Like rivers carving stone with grace,

We write our truth in time’s embrace.

The sky leans down, a softer blue,

It bends to touch just me and you.

The leaves turn slow, the shadows rest,

The earth remembers what is blessed.

And though the clocks may strike their chime,

We move outside the reach of time.

A breath, a glance, a fleeting hour,

Yet more enduring than a tower.

The path we walk is never known,

It changes shape, yet feels our own.

A thousand doors may line the hall,

But we need not step through them all.

For what we keep is not a place,

But how the silence shapes your face.

A secret realm where moments grew,

A world that lives in me and you.

So when the night folds in its wings,

And distant stars recall old things,

I’ll still return, as dreamers do,

To where it’s only me and you.