As all things are filled with my soul, you emerge from those things, filled with my soul. You are like my soul, a butterfly of a dream… It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove, and you hear me from far away and my voice does not reach you: Let me come to be still in your silence… You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid…. ~ Pablo Neruda (Photo by Zena Holloway)