Silence is the true vernacular of love.
Passion rings in the spaces between the words.
Compassion expands in the snatches between the sounds.
Souls know they need no rhymes to send a love poem floating to a mate.
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Hey, Suzanne! Just getting back to your poems. When I started this I thought male-female relationships, of my poem When I Should Be Working. But then I saw otherwise. Indeed we need solitude. And how wonderful, how moving, to receive unspoken intuitions, peace, words in our hearts. You might like my poem To Sing Your Greatness. -Glen
I read both. I have been thinking about Emily Dickinson's closeness to nature and how that made her feel closer to God. I have contrasted that with your references to New York and my own feelings while I was there and put them into the poem Human Hubris. Hope you don't mind my playing off your imagery.