kissing kindred souls
like tiny chimesin the cool breeze,
listen to their love ascension.
drifting slowly skyward,
invisible petals
of notes divine;
angels weep
before their union.
parting the ways
of splendour best
to create a holy
alter of earth, water
air and fire:
unseen and
unheard, finally.
`T. Imaan Tretchicovmanicova
