A love of words
I have never met you
I saw a portrait of your image once 
but I read your words
they burn in my soul
a purifying heat melts my shields
and my hope floats upward 
on the drafts of the raging inferno
you speak to me
how could you dream across time
a vision spoken into a reality
a thought constructed through my action
our connection is words
our communication is love
I do not understand
the how, the why, the wonder
I know, I know !
I feel the shutter inside
of the loss if I had not your words
the melody of your being
the meter of your life
conveyed though markings on a page
they sing your words
but the ear does not hear the meaning
it is in the soil of the heart
that the tree of understanding grows
and its fruits are the transformations
that make us humans