its the work
of spiritual wings
your face
but words
free to enrapt me
through a small 5x7 box
on a screen
emotional meanderings
parading themselves
out between us
as gigantic bells of
such shared kinship
from night
where the purest heart rings
its moment of truth
its true
two hearts from whatever the
distance
can easily recognize their chosen
mate
and do
I hear the soul deep sobs
of even your most silent still tears
your dreams even make so much sense to my mind
we are
wall paper
upon the kitchen of life
cup and its saucer
setting together
in kind..............
(written July 18, 20011230 am)