a wee effort to fill up the gap ....

and if by now silent

i had become

it's not because the tongue's been tied or cut off

but it's because the Heart's engaged to listen

to Itself --

to its own murmurs

to its own whispers

to its own noise --

to sort from these inner verbiage

that which might be of use for all,

for brothers, sisters

mothers, fathers,

friends, enemies, lovers,

saints, sinners,

to find a song common

a tune familiar

a song to which the Heart can cling to

and never ever forget.

this Heart's still listening to Itself

still trying to find ... 

Awestruck ...

the green of the fields and the blue of the sky kissed

at some point in the distance

as the car sped past the well-paved roads

60's music, old school, is whispered by the car radio to our ears,

it is majestic to see rural Canada,

so beautiful and serene;

we're Montreal bound

still 66 miles ahead

Steve is patient at the wheel

and his wife Angie is busy checking her iPhone's GPS

alertly navigating our route

my wife Margie is silent at the moment, asleep,

and i .....

I am at a loss for words at this moment of joy ...

unbelieving, awestruck, i willed myself not to use my phone's camera

i want my inner eye to remember and record the scenes we pass by ...

July 4-5, 2017  this was one of the scenes that imprinted in my mind  ..