I see no faces nor eyes
Nor the tapering of the quill
No voices go through a page
Yet I hear you still
You may never rest your eyes on me
Nor hear me hum or sing
Yet you know my heart's melody
You know my heart's jingling
We gather words from the universe
We thread them and they grow
Into musings of poetry
As they curl and slant and flow
With you I walk on pebbles
With you in fields of thoughts I run
Plucking 'silver apples of the moon
The golden apples of the sun'
And stars that twinkle in darkness
From lofty peaks on spruce trees
Smile and wink their starlight
On you and then on me
Sojourners on a journey
Through rain, snow or shine
Letting our lives lightly dance
As our paths intertwine
We meet within no countries
Yet we touch, love and mend
Hand in hand together
We are 'magic friends’