In The Silence Of The Rain

Silence is strength, but it requires faith. I want to believe you understand what lies within this silence.

I honestly believe we are so much more alike than even I dare hope. I write to you, pouring my heart out, sharing things I don’t share with others and you write back with such understanding that it turns my world upside down.

Too many words begin to sound false, even when they are not. My exuberance over flows and begins to appear like icing on a cake. Beautiful, sweet, but really irrelevant compared to what is underneath. It is relatively easy to be sweet and fluffy, but there must be something real below all that.

Reality understands that we live in separate worlds, that like the stallion and the dove we are worlds apart, but we inhabit the same space on a plane few ever even realize is here.

Your strength, your sleek beauty, your indomitable spirit call to me as surely as they must call to all who know you. I realize that I am only one who flutters near you, warming myself within sight of you. Yet, I believe that we have an understanding, a connection that feels very precious to me.

It is possible that I am only seeing my own reflection, that what I feel are only my own thoughts coming back at me.

I believe, though, that when the dove flies over the stallion, both hear the wind calling their name and feel the sun upon their shoulders and when the rain falls, we are united for a multitude of moments that make us who we are.