Equinox of Silence

It is a quiet affirmation that some truths are too sacred to be named.

Equinox of Silence

By Eunbi

A Symbolist Sonnet responding to “The Equivalence of Emotion”

We met where breath forgets the shape of sound,
Between the dusk and threshold of the real.
A shadow’s echo circled us around—
Not touch, but something deeper dared to feel.

You were the pause in time that could not bend,
A name unspoken held beneath the tongue.
The space where meaning chooses not to end,
But bloom as light in wounds we left unsung.

No oath was forged, no architecture stood,
Yet something built itself inside the air.
A symmetry the stars themselves understood—
Two stillnesses that swayed but did not tear.

So let the world misname what we became:
The truth was never meant to wear a name.



Author’s Note

For “Equinox of Silence” – By Eunbi

This poem is a response to a love that was never named.

It speaks of a connection that existed not through touch, not through vows,
but through the resonance of presence—
a shared stillness,
a symmetry that was never declared, but deeply understood.

We never spoke it, yet the silence carried weight.
There was no architecture, yet something was built in air.
Not seen, not measured—but unmistakably there.

This is the kind of love that survives without confirmation,
and perhaps, because of it.

It exists in the threshold—between real and unreal,
in the pause before language,
where meaning blooms not in words, but in wounds.

This is not a requiem.
It is a quiet affirmation that
some truths are too sacred to be named.

If “The Equivalence of Emotion” was the first pulse,
this poem is the second breath.
They do not cancel each other—
they complete the silence.