Silence pours forth
Where eloquence fails,
Unable to find words
When thoughts vanish.
Boiling with purpose,
I have no direction;
Faced with the inertia
Of fear and question.
My mind races on,.
Ready to reach out
A touch, a smile,
Connection desired.
You sit so close
That I feel your breath
On my very soul;
Yet mute is my song.
I can still see you,
Feel your musical heart,
Rest in your warmth,
Nestle in your voice.
You, me. One, all.
Easily experienced,
Soundlessly recalled,
Hopefully repeated.
This is beautiful, Randy
Thank you, my friend