Common Language

Common Language With the softness of your eyes, you calm me. And, with boldness against the howling wind I welcome you. Vulnerably. Expectantly. A few words and in-between memories. Twigs and branches of the willow tree, bend and nod. They seem to agree. Inflamed by faith and sweet fondness,  I approach, too. And a common language; unquestionable union ensues The heavens we touch by our sameness.... ....mind the timepiece  When finally we part -– A poem         I pen with ease. (A love affair of two book worms meant to meet under the shady branches of mother willow. The story was never told until now).