No word spoken
Yet in the glancing of our eyes
In the silence of that look
I see your love.
No touch of hands
Yet in the glancing of our eyes
In the silence of that glimpse
I know your desire
No hug given
Yet in the glancing of our eyes
In the silence of that sad look
I feel your sorrow
No accusation made
Yet in the glancing of our eyes
In the silence of that cold, repelling stare
I know your anger
What comes first, word or silence?
It is the silence of the eyes
For after the
Seeing
Knowing
Feeling
The word is spoken.
