Existence

Her last ever wish was to dance on the magical sounds of the wind chimes. Nothing would bring her closer to who she truly is. Not searching, not running, not wanting, simply standing still, untouched by the miraculous changes around her.
At the other end of the world, his fingers run perfectly over the strings creating the simplest yet outstanding sounds she has ever heard.
There’s not much thinking between them as there never actually were many words. The lack of time, space and distance is slowly bringing together the past and the future turning every second lived together into a continuous present. She writes, he reads, he plays, she listens. The cry is soothed through the invisible embrace. The head is held on palms for hours to keep the airways unblocked.
Two stupid heartbeats turned into one incapable of recognising the togetherness. Never alone, always digging deeper to hand over the goodness to each other like children engaging in a never ending snowball fight. Their laughter is infectious and speaks volumes, their silence is comprehensive and knowledgeable, the uttering of words from beneath intensifies the image of the surface that all mortals look at.
Her morning elegance depends on him, his coffee taste entirely on her. No experience takes place without them being mixed together. They run like blood through each other’s veins. No intentions felt, manifested nor expressed. The giving is simply that, without expectations. Envisioning the presence enables the images to start moving and it looks like they are replaying the same episode over and over again until nature hit the 5am chirps with its rays and their immortality vanished in their sudden embrace.
With her head forever on his chest, he carried her broken soul wherever life took him. Always ensuring he took everything out allowing her the freedom to run barefooted through the morning grass with arms wide opened and eyes staring at the most perfect green the planet has. The only place in the world that blessed the union has its amazing forest guarded by the slated lake which finds its balance over and over again.

This is what their beings mutter without making themselves heard:
Allow us one last dance in the silence of our beings to share the kindness and the love. Enable us with feel of bodies to break the barriers of the world.

By S. A.