that searches for another heart that listens
quietly, attentively, eyes looking into your eyes,
nodding agreement at times, but never tearful.
That heart we seek and find is mute,
ever-changing, ever the same, as the moon.
(The title of this ronka is taken from the novel by that name by Carson McCullers. The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter was published when she was 23. It is a tale of some people out of sync with their world who are drawn to a deaf man, John Singer. I was first drawn to the book simply because I loved the title and the photo of the sad-eyed author on the back cover. I went on to read her other books and stories which include the equally attractively-titled The Ballad of the Sad Cafe.)