To kiss the beloved with the same
kiss the beloved kisses me
and within that kiss live in eternity --
The Soul speaks in silences
only a willing Heart can hear,
an ancient ache of longing,
this heart, a compass, taking me where,
Love is the goal, I'll meet you there ...
The voice which talks cannot have your heart
nor can you hear that uncommonest of tongues
-- as the language of the Soul is silence --
yet you shall know when you're unspoken
you shall feel it divine
Peace is that wordless cry --
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