The Sound by S. Anne Gardner

The Sound
by: S. Anne Gardner
for Lisa

I am breathing and as I feel my breast rise and fall there is something within that escapes.
I cannot make out the sound
Like the rain when it finally crashes to the ground and the passion of that union you cannot mistake?.
and even then there is something? I cannot make out the sound.

So soothing the storm that with its lightning and thunder lets us know that the earth begs for rain.
It begs to be wanted; to be sated and loved
and at this union, again, there is something that escapes me?.I cannot make out the sound.

In the early morning? god, how I love the beginning of a new day when suddenly
and yet slowly the darkness is washed away and the light of day fills the earth with its radiance?
at that moment; at the aurora of the birth of day, again, something escapes me?. I cannot make out the sound.

I feel your words, they touch my heart and the music fills me like the cries of my new born babes did long ago?
and I realize that which escaped me - That which I could not make out -
The sound that is you! That sound is love.