Come Closer
Come.
Come closer.
Come closer.
Close enough to feel love’s one intent
Listen.
Listen deeper.
Deep enough to hear the song of the butterfly
the moment it "becomes that."
Matisha ~ Winter, 1996/'97
© 1997 Matisha
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Love's Remembering
The moment I listened,
I saw you listening too.
What is this dialogue which began
the instant we left that place of speaking?
We dare not give it a name,
but let it grow
as love’s remembering between us...
Matisha ~ February, 1997
© 1997 Matisha
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Speak No Words