- Vol. 08
- Chapter 04
Image by Tom or Judy Moore
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.