Now You Are Talking To Me

Now you are talking to me, your words so tight are now unbound, In whispers of dusk, where lost echoes are found. A symphony silent, yet pulsing with sound, Drawing our spirits from dark to light. Now you are talking to me, in this fleeting hour, Your voice like a breeze through a garden in flower. Each syllable dances, a waltz in the night, Casting away every trace of our fright. Now you are talking to me, with truth in your tone, Breaking the barriers we’ve long outgrown. In the heart of the stillness, where secrets once slept, We forge a new language where dreams are kept. Now you are talking to me, as stars softly gleam, In the hushed conversation of soul and dream. A moment eternal, where silence has flown, Now you are talking to me, and I am found.