Words

Though our eyes have never encountered, 

I can sense the quiver of time in you.

Time becomes an innuendo of life, 

when reading words sensual and sweet-typed by eloquent digits that I have never felt.

With each letter, I can see them dance across the keys with deliberate firmness and quiet finesse.

Excitement, joy and anticipation fill me from the thought of communicating with a soul not far removed from my own.

Your words mean more to me than you shall ever know.

Worlds apart we seem to be in the physical state.

Side by side we have an emotional fate.

The sound of your voice radiates from the blackness drifting into my dreams.

Your words sweep through me comforting, chilling, thrilling, me to my very core.

Let not your presents be a figment of my naive mind.

Everything about you seems so natural to me.

Every word gliding across the screen is a spark of life.

Words are power.

Power to reignite the soul.

Spark the imagination.

Fuel the mind.

Reanimate the body.

Words make us laugh.

Words make us cry.

Words keep me wanting to keep communicating with you.