Karl..1986

In iceland,
the wind carried the drift of morning coffee from
your window on pingholstraetti street;
the blue of the building melting into the winter sky.
The walk up the hill to your door
made my heart sing
as
I followed the song of your ancient sagas.
My footprints became mere ghostly images
as
love painted the clouds with
snow pellets
thrown from the sky.
Your eyes,
sometimes blue, sometimes grey..
words without sound..
emotion gathering the threads
and spinning life into my soul.
Karl,
your name singing from a well deep within me..
... words without sound,
from love becoming life;
time creating a symphony of light,
of life ,
of forever.
words without sound.