You Spoke To Me
You Spoke To Me1 min 167 1 min 167
You talk and talk,
and then you stop.
Collecting my thoughts, you say,
Forming words, shaping sentences.
I look at you and look at you,
And I see you struggle.
My mind is blank, you say,
A slow shrug, a quick sigh.
Later I walk on a moonlit path,
I gaze at the moon shimmering in the puddles of the rice field.
Might you have formed your sentence here?
Or is this silver silence too thick to be broken?
I think and think,
while the night grows.
Let my thoughts settle, I say,
Like this fog around me.