From Soul to Soul

Sometimes, even often, when the breeze blows in a certain way;

Or when I hear a far away voice with a definite, reminiscent lilt;

When the moonlight slivers its way through the blind, into a darkened room ;

Or while shadows play on the wall and a windblown tree moves in silhouette;

That's when I feel it; and know that these feelings travel from soul to soul.

Phil Miller reprinted 091810