THE LANGUAGE OF FOOTSTEPS

Do you know how we share

This language as a pair

The language of footsteps

That we two did create 

It’s the language of love

Which no one can translate

Its soundless words dripping

With passion unique

And rich nuances of silence

Which only we can speak

Soundless, wordless

And formless too

No grammar, no punctuation

Just seamless communication

Born of the sounds

Which can’t be pronounced

Just heard in silence

Your arrival they announce

Emotions a lonely trough

Or a buoyant crest

I can tell by the sound

Of your familiar tread

For the sound of footsteps

With bated breath we wait

 To echo across the worlds

Where we live separate

I can sense your longing

By the impassioned pace
laced with desire

Your footsteps make

And you can feel

The depth of my low

By the silence in between

As I walk on tip toe

At times it becomes

A laborious long wait

When the sound of your footsteps

Don’t echo at the gate

And when the bells of anklets

Create this alluring tune

You know that my footsteps

Beseech you to return

We live  this enchanting music

That our footsteps together create

This symphony of love

In which our hearts vibrate

For there is no one else

Who can so well communicate

In this language of footsteps

That we two did create