Conversations With My Absent Heart

Some questions -
Can I share the wonder of Christmas?
The joy of a few heart-felt words?
The ecstasy of a touch given and received?
The smell of pine?
The love of the rain and how the earth seems new afterwards?
The thrill of a thunderstorm, safely weathered, and the excitement of lightning?
Could you follow me through the tears, still crying for lost loved ones?
Can you see the magic of shared hearts?
Is there enough child in you to enjoy children's things?
Can you experience the subtle echoes of desire that can rise in music?
Will you share memories, thoughts, insights and welcome mine?
Can you listen to my ramblings that sometimes lead nowhere but back to me?

Some answers -
I have tried to keep Christmas in my heart - year 'round - for as long as I can remember -- it's my favorite time -- and more so now you're there.
The joys of:
heart-felt words
touching and being touched
the smell of pine
rain, both soft and hard
storms safely weathered ....
All these are part of me, too.
God knows I wish I could ease your loss .... would that I could comfort you .... even if only to help dry your tears.
I believe shared hearts and friendship are among God's greatest gifts to mortals.
Children's things? - the child and the grown-up in me are in constant conflict - always have been.
Music? A part of me since early childhood. It's many things to me -- desire, fulfillment, excitement, contentment, hope, solace, comfort, inspiration .......
I yearn to share my memories, thoughts, insights with you -- and crave the sharing of yours with me.
Yes, I will listen . . . eagerly . . . hungrily . . .
I want to sing you the song -- as someone once put it:
"A friend hears the song in my heart . . .
and sings it to me when my memory fails."