© 2010 Karen Hecht Springer
To find a path and a way
To reach up and climb the meandering vine…
Weaving through lives a tapestry
That connects two parallel souls—
To unearth a needle and a thread
To bind the final stitches of time…
Permanently ingrain a memory
In my flesh and your blood—
The unspoken truth lies behind closed doors of the mind.
The eyes tell every secret, without a word.
What more can one possibly find,
That which has not been yet been silently heard?