last panther
We met where words are all we own,
No eyes to meet, no voice or tone,
Just thoughts that crossed the unseen air,
And somehow found their meaning there.
Your sentences, a quiet flame,
Lit conversation I can't quite name.
Each message hums a pluse, a thread,
That ties the space between what's said
The clock forgets to count the hours,
While silence blooms loke hidden flowers.
I ache to know what lies behind
The shapes of language, curved and kind.
Yet maybe this is how it's meant–
A love through words, by words unbent.
No face, no sound, but still I find
You live inside my woven mind.
And if one day we meet in light,
I'll thank the stars for this long night–
For yearning taught my heart to see
The soul that speaks in text to me.
This definitely isnt my best but it isnt my worst ! ^_^
scenic acorn