I listened to my heart tonight,
a soft, peaceful voice,
tranquil, serene,
and it whispered your name,
like a feather floating on
cosmic breath, a golden leaf
drifting aimlessly down and down
until it fell into my upturned hands
raised in grateful prayer.
Your name.
I heard a song tonight, a sweet sound
that filled all the empty places
in creation and soothed the weariness
of the universe. The source of the
song remains a mystery. Maybe it
came from the glorious mountains
stretching to touch the sky, perhaps
from endless and eternal rhythms
of seas and oceans, or from the two
graceful eagles floating effortlessly
in the updrafts of acrobatic joy. But
more likely from the exquisite passion
of lovers whose magnificent delight
arose in the wordless language of
eyes upon eyes.
I listened to my heart tonight and
I heard a song, never before
sung and never again. Its haunting
echo penetrates every darkness
and causes yellow roses to bloom
on the green lattice work.
I listened and I heard
your name.