her name sounds as if an echo in the wind...he calls out to her from the center of his being as if thunder from the sky...but the wind does not carry his voice to her and she misses him even though he is so close...it might as well have been her own memory of his voice...that she replays when she wants to hear him...so that at this moment when he's really there she may just have confused him with her own internal recording of his breath...she dreams of him this way...calling out to her...but when for a moment time stands still...he calls out to her in just a gentle wisper...that might have been confused with breathing...but she knows all to well...the vibrations her lover's hushed voice makes...and so as she turns to meet his gaze she is rendered still by his sighing of her name..