I whispered your name to the Universe
Silent echoes, butterflies on the wind,
Calling you to me.
Only in softness, gentle as snowflakes,
Fragile and transient
Will the voiceless speak.
Yet into the silence your name flutters,
Hawk’s feather falling at my feet
From a clear sky.
I hear my voice and listen to my own cry
Calling your name in the silence
In you I find myself.