So softly speaks the voice of likened hearts
within a secret language all their own
each sideways glance, each upturned lip, each nod
or knowing eye, contented sigh expressed…
the finest orators cannot compare,
nor any poet’s adage set to rhyme
communicate~in stillness~words we share.
This intimate communion forged with time,
through many golden days and silken nights;
our syncopated breathing finely honed.
And still we’re far from perfect, you and I;
each silver thread and gentle crease well-earned…
with just one glance, the veil of time recedes
revealing what the heart itself has learned.
© Ginny Brannan June 2012