What you are saying and what we are

Any other time I would be surprised by your comments

Not now though, as you look stunned and puzzled by my looks

Youthful you say, despite my mature and somewhat conservative behavior

Additional proof, if ever one was needed, that who we are may be deceptive.

I listen to the rapid fire of your carefully picked words and only

Once in a while I detect hesitation, mostly, it is your mind’s flow

Appraising the untenable details of our magic encounter,

Nourishing, not only on the surface, and tender in so many ways…

Tempting like a rare perfume is your subtle suggestion

Whispered between an invitation and a soundless wish

Only to be heard and understood as miraculous possibility…

We radiate like stones mounted on long lost rings

As dazzling and as unnoticed as the imploding stars of a

Neutral and all important universe known only to a handful of

Dedicated observers…

It is said that what’s good for the fourth century

Elevates our own, yet we haven’t even started to practice beyond

Reluctant and timid gestures… we learn more about power

Intercepting our own weak signals on the way, spells of innocence

Nested in our wandering souls, we learn new strategies of hiding our

Good side and new ways of using our cynical strength…

Sit and tell me stories

Or walk with me to the park

Under warm and gentle wind

Let your words flow

Stay a while. Here. Yes…