Talk to me

Talk to me.


Talk to me,
Of the sun, the stars, the moon, the skies,
Of the sea, and water, and trees, and forests
Of the universe ever expanding
Teasing, as if,
Our little minds trying
To grab hold of the boundaries
And fit them into a box


Talk to me
Of the boundaries of knowledge
Of wisdom gained and lost
With eyes of wonder
And a voice of truth.
Question me,
Till beads of sweat
Break out on my forehead
Till I frown and flounder
Struggling to grasp
My own follies and truths.


Talk to me
As the night wears on
As conversation gives way to debate
And debate gives way to thought
To questions unanswered,
Till the moonlight becomes a silver thread
Entwining us together in this moment
This instant of discovery
Wedged immovably between
The transience of now
And the permanence of forever.


And talk to me
Till when the sun comes up
With the red horizon
Boasting the regularity of day,
We have our secret safe:
A secret question we shared,
A secret answer we found,
And a night, etched in memory,
When we found ourselves.