You are too close for dreaming yet.
Your image casts graceful shadows
on the ricepaper walls of my heart.
It seems you have always been there.

Moving through air,
your hands’ strong lines
reveal your fine brushwork,
betray your silence,
draw tales from the heart.

As their lines unfold in space
I come to see
the untold you.

Not knowing you
yet recognizing still--
not, perhaps, needing
knowing any more --
I see the delicate, dancing lines
of your fierce calligraphy.