I stood amid the waving grass as it tickled my legs in the cold blue moonlight. A silence as stirring as thunder hung about the night. Afar off I saw you knowing it was you not by aspect, nor shape, nor form but by some differentness percievable but unto the mind. I longed to ride the wind to your side in that hard silence but my feet yet remained amid the tickling grass I longed to call your name that you might hearken,

coming nearer unto me, but that abysmal silence remained. Yet somehow you knew, maybe by the same perception, that I longed to reach you, and from the distance, I felt your eyes meet mine. The embrace we shared, not of body, not of touch, spanned the waving grass, spanned the heavy silence. I dared but hope, fleetingly, that one day soon, I could move to meet you halfway. But for now, at least I knew, I felt, that intangible embrace.