Summer Trees

"Hush," sing the trees 
Gracious in so soft a murmur,
Whispers of a gentle breeze,
Glancing over my coarse face,
Parched by the long days.

As we reach out in words,
Summer splits sideways 
In a slowing sun,
And the heat of a Southern smile 
Slips into my eve.

"Who are you?" they beg.
Yet we know not, 
For the heart still ponders, "Are we?" 
Unspoken silence, unturned pages,
Interrupted by laughter.

There is, I know, something
And yet never could I explain,
Until perhaps someday,
When neither of us need words;
A lost future somewhen.

Of all the words in all the worlds,
You somehow sang into my own.
May the grace of your soul 
touch the hearts of many,
as it has stolen mine.