Not One Word

A sojourn-
unexpected
replete with
sublime silence

We alone
possess this
unspoken time
sharing only
our breath

A glimpse-
night's stars
each casting
a glint of silver
not to bring light

A breeze
gently whispers
not to stir time

Moon's face
hovers behind
sheer clouds
offering blue hue

Soundless snow
shrouds us from
unwelcomed eyes

The tree's rustle
renders a hush
making its presence
known only to us

Not to be named
is this stolen time
as a word would
falsely define it

For nature lent
this perfect stage

Ours - held in awe
of the splendor
a gift