Threads of Time

In between my rhapsodies and your glances,
Lies silence.
Unknown, unseen,
untouched silence.
Subtle silence
Dense silence
Undisturbed unperturbed silence.

There are sighs which fly away with a gentle whiff
and breaths which are ,but aren't.

And I am. I am, I will be.
In one of those thin lines in your sketches,
Nudging you to look at an accidental stroke of your brush
brilliantly glistening under the early morning sun rays.
I will be.

In one of those waves which would splash against you,
I will be.
In the sand that would slip underneath your feet,
I will be.

In stories untold, in songs unsung,
I will be.
In silent tears,
In inaudible whispers,
I will be.

If you go, 
when you go,
when I go,
A lot of things would disintegrate with the finality of that moment.
Close your eyes then, 

The threads of time which would write my story,
I will be in them
The threads of time which would write your story,
I will be in them.