Plenum

Many eyes saw me pass, as I rode by My reasons have fallen, like a brick house with nobody inside Myself, I am nothing, a mere echoing of You Yet I insist tis’ our first meeting and that you’ve left me clue So again we return to this This Being that incessantly persists Where no words reach, yet all language subsists As a hand, silent as the wind gently kissing passed leaves She journeys through our myst Convening the plenum as we breath At night she rests in her natural state, Yet we upon this rock have gone amiss Saturated, once again within her tears, Our purpose her bliss And life sings its song across the cosmic ocean For I to witness Oh if the air could speak...