I see you,

Not with my eyes,

but with my heart,

A face no darkness can consume,

Nor light can outshine–

With me always, throughout time.

I hear you,

Not with my ears,

but with my eyes.

I see what lies behind the syllables,

I feel them deep inside–

Words which you could never hide.

I am touched,

Not by your hands,

but by your thoughts,

A feeling caution can’t erase,

Nor careless caprice–

A steadfast sense of peace.

Winter 1975