The Silence Between

They knew my thoughts as I had known theirs;
words were our toys –

secret symbols cast in sand
to reappear later between our toes.

I put them in a silk purse,
set with soft summer sounds

and closed the clasp. Funny how the years
brush up the back of history –

the touch I feel across
time is so slight –

like dust, falling from the page of a book.
Then a glint of sun on my screen

restores that breath of childhood air,
bringing a message of love; pure gold, held

in a rose-tinted suspension
that waited for memory to press send.