"The Pen Pal"

Though we have never spoken
I know you by the language
That you write
And that I read.

You may think of this
as a quiet occupation,
but it is not,
for words beguile the mind.

To the voiceless ear they bring
Astonishment and awe,
that the hearts of strangers
Could beat so alike.

You brought to me
A world of words
Pen and ink conceived
Mind and Heart believe.

On this summer night
I pause awhile to see the stars
Silently give thanks
For your written word.