Vast canvas that is home to the most mysterious song!
Each of the blunt, dirt roads we cross
- profound as a traveler’s searching look -
Signal your stanzas.
The winding streams that fulfill you
Begin to share your otherwise untold melody;
They wave unhindered
As the scarf of a lovely woman.
“Is she luring me closer?”
The growing pace of the rolling hills
Raise the volume of your whispering story,
To a single phrase:
“Come with me…”
What beautiful hymn
- your silence -
It speaks, to a poet, volumes!
And your voice,
When you revealed it,
Painted a million pictures;
And my mind still wonders!