If I Listened

If I listened would I hear the trill of peace Sense the presence of its calm Become the hum of gently tuned violin strings Quavering in erotic fulfillment Would the song of dancing thistles hold me captive Allow its swaying tremolo to consume me And clouds, oh distant clouds, What mysteries would you share Shaped within your wind-blown pantomime Perhaps the eyes forever questions Must be shielded To allow the music of a raven’s wings To share their black-silk feathered tune Or ripples strum their fingers Gently on a distant shore Or is it in this listening That I become What I have heard