He sat staring out at the wind
whistling through the trees, the air made no sound but the waves
that pushed it resounded in his ears. Nearby a dove called out,
singing its praise to the world. A crack played into his ear and
he turned his head slowly, looking for the silent steps. Standing
quaintly was a small girl, a tight green dress covering her arms
and neck, flowing down into the soft dirt. Her straight black
hair flew down over her back, dropping to her hips. He stared
directly into her depth of purple eyes as she stood there with an
age further than her twelve years, her eyes driving into the
She in turn sought out the boy,
spreading her eyes over his figure. He sat, back pushed against
the tree, dappled brown hair spread unruly over his head. His
stained clothes held rips and tears of dirt. She didn't think
twice about his black eyes, gazing into hers. Unlike the girl he
seemed as if he had only just passed his sixteen years.
They waited, relinquishing silent
knowledge throughout the air, sharing unknown secrets that called
out with song.
He rose, dusting raw dirt off his
already stained clothes, never blinking from the pools of purple.
He stepped towards her, trying to hide his precarious
She glanced at his steps and
instantly saw his silent message. He was afraid.
He saw her glance and instantly
saw her silent message. She knew.
They paced together, a foot apart,
feet bounding over the earth in perpetual uniform. If they broke
the conformity and looked back they would've seen no unbroken
dirt from their voiceless steps. But there was no need to look
back, for what was there to look for? They need not bother with
the moulded grass, whose shaped stalks held past secrets of
unaccountable triumphs and failures. Nor the wooden trees whose
trunks grew to meet the clouds above.
They heeded every step they paced
eyeing the future of their travels. Each step they took placed
another secret into the others mind slowly bringing forward
unknown pasts and futures.
After many hours of silent passing
they quickly noticed the slight changes in their ambience. The
grass wound higher, showing its darker tone. The trees were
diminishing, showing their bright top leaves. Although they took
in every minute piece they did not shift their pace nor pause the
flow of knowledge that passed through their ingenuous
Then together they slowed, still
keeping in time, but taking longer to move each foot from the
Throughout their travels he had
slowly eased his mind, becoming less afraid of the future. As the
girls past and future flowed unto him, he had learnt about her
nature and knew that she would not hurt him but nor would she
keep him safe.
She felt his fear and as his mind
ticked over his thoughts she accepted them, touching on his fear;
embracing what she had never felt.
They did not falter in their steps
nor their silent passing, not one thing made them stop for they
had no need to.
They felt it before they saw it.
The dry heat of empty plains, the vapidness of life. They rounded
the corner and before them lay the dusty sheets of sand, tumbling
They faltered at the edge of
trees, feet unmoving on the dirt.
Their unplanned goal balanced
throughout the horizon, bringing the scent of emptiness and a new
Then, once again in unity, they
stepped forward and brought their futures into the same light. As
they stepped the girls dress, once green, transformed into a
sandy yellow, bringing the dust to life. Again they walked
sharing secrets, lightening their pasts.
Suddenly the boy stopped and
turned his ragged body towards their farewell. The trees,
standing solid in the silent air. The grass, swiping with the
wind. The path, no prints embedded in the dirt. And as he traced
the path to the sand he noticed the colours with which the two
terrains held. The green musk of earth, the dry dust of sand. As
he stared a quiet thought entered his mind which flowed smoothly
to the girl.
Clashing with Harmony.
The boy felt a hand on his
shoulder and turned to come face to the girl, a smile touching
her face. Her purples eyes showed sorrow for his past loss and he
knew that she was truly sorry.
He stared out at his new
destination and began to pace away from his old life. As they
stepped he continued to pass knowledge to the girl, but now, as
she gathered his life, he released it. Every thought he threw to
her, he forgot, planting them in the back of his memory, the
place where no one goes. And the girl took the thoughts,
remembering them for when he wanted to reminisce.
They paced quickly through the
sand, leaving no imprint on the windswept plains. No green marked
the millions of grains, no animal scuttled across the barren
But though little life invaded
their wake, they still noticed every detail. The way the hill
curved to form a perfect agglomeration, each iota in exact
And now they turned their slight
attention to the cloudless sky where no bird dared fly. The even
tone of blue swam through the sky, following the horizon.
The girl was unsurprised at the
thoughts that flowed into her mind, the things the boy had seen
and done, the things he wanted to forget. As the sand sailed
around them, his thoughts like, the sand, sailed to her, sweeping
deep into eternity.
Over many hills they stepped,
passing with each step a new loss built with a gain.
Upon a mould they came, eyeing the
hill with theoretical certainty, without pausing their barrage of
They effortlessly lugged
themselves above the dune and saw before them, their final
Before them lay a reprise from the
humid dunes. A vast blue spread to the edges of the horizon,
slowly lapping at the sand, a cool wind vibrating from its depths
onto their faces.
They continued to walk until they
came to the very edge of where the water lapped the sand. There
they stopped taking in the coolness of the sea and the vastness
of which they had walked. And once again a thought came to the
boys mind which flowed smoothly to the girl.
Clashing with harmony.
The girl turned to him and he
repeated her actions, turning to face her placid face. A nod by
her and he reached out and clasped her unexpectedly cold
Together they stepped in unison,
entering the cold depths of the blue, the girl feeling her dress
grow heavy, the boy feeling the coolness against his skin.
The depths welcomed them,
encompassing their bodies, covering them in its watery
And as the boy thought about the
girl, he realised the differences between them which had brought
them together and a thought came to his mind which, for the last
time, flowed smoothly to the girl.
Clashing with harmony.