Exile

If you're in exile then why do feel so close giving advice across the cold of cyberspace Through it I tell you what is going on but I don't have to explain everything You infer the rest on your own We share a common history but maybe not a common fate You who shared mom's womb with me for nine months What were your dreams then and what if any are your dreams now? Do you still hear the voices of the place we used to call our home? Do you still see our faces when you close your eyes in your part of the world? People ask if I know what you're thinking right now With words I fill the gap you fill with your vast silence like yin & yang or two sides of the same coin we toss in a well From the same well we draw the water our father would use for a hot cup of coffee at dawn