Between

Stillness gathers
between
drops.

Listening to the
rain,

I hear the silence of
the storm.


~
between all things there is a silence so
sublte....as if whispered from the
breath of God -

Listen.

There are secrets to be
told.

It's these between places - this gap - where mystery - found, unfolded and again come to touch unknown - it's between - our words hushed against silence, our flesh bordered soft on space and yearning - it's between - where things come to be.