Tell me dear, what you heard For there was no spoken word Was there not ?
Was there not the soft voice floating by Singing the tunes long forgotten Rising from the ashes, slow and high Rendering for all those women and men The songs which remained to be sung Was not there the slow blossoming Of the bud which at last saw the Sun The sensuous act of the petals opening Into full bloom one by one...
Did you hear them open into Full grown flower and find Them leaving their closed past behind Was not there the slow meandering Of waterways earlier lost in track To resume it's journey, converging into river, assuming the shape back The flow of water did you not hear Wetting and soothing all that came near
Tell me dear, what you heard For there was no spoken word Was there not ?
