Not a word was spoken,

it was as if a spell had been broken,

the clouds in the sky would meet,

and the air seemed fragrant,

hot and sweet,

and moving at its own pace,

flawless,

and sliding soundlessly into place,

shadows nestled on the currents of warm air,

some were cradled there,

with shared compassion

and blinding passion,

treating beauty like a treasure,

and the very sound of that word

brought a rush of pleasure,

almost like a breeze,

and as powerful as the majestic trees,

flawless,

like the flight of the honey bees.