A silent evening.
Along the river Cam to the gardens of King’s College.
Still.
A performance in the greens of summer.
Aseat, we glance at each other.
The sun is slowly setting in the West and there is,
really, nothing to be said.
The actors arrive upon the stage.
Devotions of the heart and turbulences.
The lover speaks: “It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!“
We smile.
And later on, towards the end, the death of the two
lovers up upon the stage.
What a strange ending to this Love!
The poet must have been a fool!
Returning home, we hear the bells of King’s College Chapel.
The chimes are restrained music to our ears.
Then again - stillness.
The boats make ripples against the banks.
The night has settled in with calm.