VIOLINS AND CELLOS

There is a time of evening 

when the prairie is about to say something.

It never says it.

Or perhaps it is constantly saying it 

but we never hear it,

or we hear it, 

but it is as inexpressible 

as a piece of music.

- Jorge Luis Borges

This feeling happens to me when I least expect it. And I am filled with love and longing for you. I grasp for a fleeting glimpse of you and if I am lucky I do hear the music. It always comes with violins and cellos. Sweet and clear, with all the longing of a heart so young and strong. The beauty and strength of you will never leave me. I look forward to the next time I am under your spell.