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Two pairs of eyes could see more than most can,
It was as if future nor past did matter, 
What mattered was present served in a platter,
And warm lips froze as if in blissful zen. 
Talking were they the tongue of reticence—
A duet sung serenely sotto voce, 
And words vouched not by lungs, a strange mute voice
Deciphered by the estranged two at once. 

Love vibrates deeply unknown depth to seek, 
And is much less prone to prose than is sung, 
It being evolution's oldest tongue, 
A dance of life in search of sublime peak! 
   Today the end seemed of their life's sole search, 
   The two love birds had found their long-lost perch. ________________________________________________
Sonnets | 01.12.07, revised Sept 2022 | 

Poet’s note: Two long-separated souls met after an agonizing wait. Sure, they had many things to share with each other: complaints, frustrations, how they weathered their long separation. But the joy that they met overwhelmed them, and then nothing but the sound of silence survived. The word zen used here does not refer to any Buddhist philosophy, but simply to meditation like stance. The word zen has come from Sanskrit dhyaan.

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