Listening to every heart
To be to thee as a glass ripple
through the window of your soul,
gazing through wavy pane aged
a ripple cast from old.
To be to thee that ripple,
from a child’s skipped rock,
skip once, twice, touch, splash,
then ripple away from the dock.
To be a shadowy ruffling of sound
wafting to your inner ear,
to softly share a sensual rippling
a heart’s song you hold dear.
To be yon wavelet of golden ray
and seek thou in pensive light,
the day’s last warmth safe in thee,
and share then evensong’s delight.
To be a ripple of love’s allure,
coursing, sweeping through our blood,
enfold the ripples of thou’s touch,
through the undulating veil of love.
24 October 1999
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow