And Then She Realized

His face was serious His voice was more than something professional. She had darker circles under her eyes. She was absent-minded, She was lost somewhere else. “ Please, tell me, are you hearing voices now?” He asked. Her pale face turned to him, “No.” He was scanning her face. He asked again,” Are you sure?” She got a bit agitated. She looked in his eyes in search of something. She saw nothingness curved in perfection, style. She was looking for words, helplessly. And then she gave up. That night before sleeping, she wanted to write She wanted to write about love She wanted to write about hope She wanted to write about peace. She wanted to write about a timeless verse of beauty. She watched the night sky brimming with stars Tired, she wanted to die in a deep sleep She was aspiring for the sacred most dream She was longing for a voice Talking to the angels of Babil. And then she realized what she wrote She wrote only one word, one huge word Voices.