Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.  ~Malagasy Proverb

I  am days late with  my words, but they are always in my heart, if not on the page.   Even if you can hear them unspoken, I would rather you drift on soft words and endless love.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
e.e. cummings

• Y heart is like a singing bird

  Whose nest is in a water’d shoot;

  My heart is like an apple-tree

  Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;

  My heart is like a rainbow shell

  That paddles in a halcyon sea;

  My heart is gladder than all these,

  Because my love is come to me.

  Raise me a daïs of silk and down;

  Hang it with vair and purple dyes;

  Carve it in doves and pomegranates,

  And peacocks with a hundred eyes;

  Work it in gold and silver grapes,

  In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;

  Because the birthday of my life

  Is come, my love is come to me.

  Christina Rossetti

One day I drifted into meditation, the sounds of the room falling  away as I drifted with my thoughts. I felt my body lighten and my breathing grow quiet.  It was then I saw you, your face before my eyes, smiling. Behind you was a hand that beckoned  and I felt myself  become light as a feather, cradled by a swirl of gray mist.  To this day I do not know what would have  followed, as startled  and  slightly  afraid,  I grabbed hold of the  things around me and returned from wherever I had gone.  I have often thought about that day, that early meditation and how powerful it was, and I wonder when you will come again.

You call me with a quiet voice, like a gentle love song,

and I answer, finding you in dreams.

As I look upon the moon just before sunrise I  think perhaps you had gazed upon her as well in the hours before me.   She fills me with words, this moon, and you .  But then you have always made my heart laugh and my spirit dance.  There is so much I want to say to you, things I have  wanted to tell you about this place in my soul hidden from all others.   Perhaps it was only yours to find.

Tonight I was thinking of the quiet way talk through such small things, words spoken between words, letters and poetry drifting through time and space.  A simple letter but so powerful finding the way across oceans, carrying so much, written with few words.  But I have heard you from the first day I found you, between the words and beyond the page.   Where have you been? I have missed the sound of your voice.

Strange how I can feel you so near, so much more than anyone.  I am floating in the bliss of your presence. Do not leave my side but let me dream in it a bit longer.

How could I be anywhere but by your side

You are the weaver of  love around my heart

and the voice that whispers from my soul.

There could never be another, not ever.

you must know this to be true.