Words… Not Yet Words

The Beloved awakened me last night,
Whispering in words… not yet words,
That which cannot be spoken.

Words like countless butterflies,
Eluding the mind's grasp…
Alighting in the Heart.

I've held them Here, for you,
In Love's gentle capture,
Words… not yet words,

So that when next we meet,
I might open my Heart,
Ands see them fluttering into yours.

Can you Hear?