Feeling Grows into Being...
Since your appearance, our embrace,
these moments, all song has taken on the quiver,
ripples of love's quickening through us.
When you are here I sing.
When you are not here, I sing,
same tune, different tone.
This calling carries me through.
I have surrounded myself with everything beautiful
that I could find, to remind me, to keep me immersed,
fill me with the feeling of union.
...feeling grows into being...
Matisha ~ 1 September, 1999
© 1999 Matisha