My Dearest Jasmine Moon

Won't to talk to me,

my dearest jasmine moon?

Will you not recount those incessant tales

of pranks, penitence and prayers;

Chattering silently in this breathing space;

Will you not help me build

our virtual nest of thoughts, words and lulls

to weather blizzards and blistering heat,

overcast afternoons and the love of being alone?

Won't to talk to me again

my dearest jasmine moon?

Wont you sing again to me

my dearest jasmine moon?

Will you not croon those magical tunes

that swirl gently down my veins?

striking chords with the deepest cog of my being

will you not set my blood on fire?

Can you not hear the sound that time makes,

When the cogs of its relentless wheels turn

Chasing eternity, destroying every moment of the present 

and calling out to aeons that are to come? 

Is it still called silence?

This turning, tossing, yearning and dissolving in tears? 

Have you lost your words yet again?

Won't to talk to me,

my dearest jasmine moon?