Haiku

.
- Ever

Haiku....is one art I never bothered to learn, and I regret that now, because, you see having met you, all words are taken up, like Enoch was, by the Most High and for His pleasure. You ask me such simple, innocent questions as require more words to answer than there are dreams in the hearts of our own kind.

All of them say only one thing. Ever.

What you give to me so unstintingly is returned to you threefold from a space within my being that never knew of words nor ever knew the need of them

You bright star! You cast me back to the spaces from which I ushered forth and then complain that I fall silent. LOL

I love you too, Suzanne, though I scarcely know how to say it. Your words fall deeply, penetrating, gently as rain, and are counted--every last one of them, as the jewels from the Spirit of Life which they are.

They are not lost on me. Indeed, I should say I have come to learn thereby --through your unaffected kindness and giving--of the existence within my life of things for which I had deep need and wanting but knew nothing of, let alone that, that place to be filled was even there. I thank you my, dearest. For everything, but particularly just for being you.

Olie

.