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“Hush - Hush -“

Hush, hush, my love is yet asleep,

I must not wake him with my hurrying feet!’

My beloved, there on the bed behind the closed door,

I am passing by, walking quietly across the floor.

Thinking of his presence, his bright smiles,

Like the morning sunshine greeting my eyes.

Thinking of his gentleness, the ways he tries to please -,

Like the caress of a soft evening breeze.

Hush, hush, my love is yet asleep,

I must not wake him with my hurrying feet!

Thought I did not wake him, did not disturb his sleep

The closed door was open in his dream

And he beheld my caring smile for him.

Beheld my love. The joy his presence is giving me,

He was asleep, yet he could see.

We have visited each other so often in our dreams,

We became familiar with each other, ready to perceive,

Perceive each other’s soul in the absence of time and circumstance

And became to know the beauty each does posses,

And the love we have for each other beyond time and place.

Ute Németh

(5.20.98)

Web Design and Graphics by C. Ute Németh