What  I  want  most,
is to know
what you hear
in the silence
between us.

Poetry  is
    an echo
asking a
shadow to
       dance.

 Read to me,
a page from your soul
one night at a time.

You are
whatever  a
           moon
has always
        meant,
and
whatever
a sun will
always sing.

I ripple
when you touch me
like a childish river
         running home.

Some souls just understand each other upon meeting and when souls find comfort in one another separation is not possible.
                                                       ­                                      Jon York   2019