A thousand sounds, one thousand voices

Rip at our ears and minds, compete for our attention

Contend for our recognition, craving our allegiance.

Their flowing wavy fingers

Some angular and jagged, tearing and jeering at us

Others cursive and rounded, whisper beguilingly

Caressing our eardrums, seducing our senses

Yet at the sound of your voice

All others fade away, receding instantly into silence

And all that is left is you...

Touch me with your soft hands

And smile, make sweet love to my eyes

Let your long, slender fingers play with my ears

And make me forget the lies I am daily told.

Say that sweet hello

You know, the one that tells me I can make it

That I can be a better man; that I have all it takes.

Look into my eyes...

Can you read the volumes written therein?

The poetic chapters on love, light, faith and friendship;

Desire and devotion... gratitude.

Hold my hand and let our radiances combine and

Our souls relate in an unspoken tongue.

I will draw you close to me, that Body may mimic, if only imperfectly,

The matchless, inimitable dance of Spirit.

There is no barrier here. This flesh is only a frustrating illusion

For we are one, and neither alone is whole