“Hello”

He speaks.

That,
I always hear.


He draws the curtains
Of time
And space

I catch a
Glimpse
Of trees
Of mountains

Of his face.

I feel the breeze
Of Ancient Greece
Of numbers
Of Sounds

and
Many many waves.


He speaks

Some words
I usually
Cannot hear

But all I
Really need
To hear
Is
The sound
of silence
In his voice.


He holds a space
For me to be
To dance within
Eternity.

And then I flow
Into my day
Into my night
Finding my way.

He wonders why
I call so much
Why I cannot
Seem to
Make it stop..

He speaks

of space
And sometimes
Of time



“Hello” I mumble
Can’t you see..?

The sands
The waves
The Persian Nights?