any
 
in any crisp, blue sky,
or in the ripples breathed
on any clear water
i hear you.
 
in the silence of an empty world,
or in the power
of any beating heart
i hear you.
 
in the meeting of any glance,
in the eyes
of a thousand strangers
i still hear you.
 
but to be held by your voice,
to wake in your arms
and breathe your life,
i would be still to hear you.
 

gareth j m saunders
http://www.garethjmsaunders.co.uk
(c) 22-11-97