Inflection

Holding on …soothing music…...waiting, patiently, Then I could sure, hear a voice, calm and flat. With some precise questions… Questions... indeed, there will be a genre always. Likely. Wandering moments float by, lives bonded with legit answers. As I was answering those questions, Somehow, I knew slowly for sure, There was a happening, destined, on the other side, too And I observed an inevitable happening of inflection in the voice While briefly stressing a point, putting viewpoints to bring it together. This, very one-sided conversation, mostly- a matter of mine Gradually turned into something more profound, an implicit metaphor. Shifting scenes, crossroads of lives, touch on a merging … With all the naïve eagerness for an alibi of dreaming…. And never returns empty-handed, never was an utter defeat. My darkness corresponded with the voice last night to explore a meandering river trail!