To the Poem...

You think you are invisible.
You are wrong.

I know that you are

hiding behind time...

I can see you when

Time is moved

by Sisyphus' hands.

I can see you when

He kneads the clayey wood

and the trees grow a little

I can see you

when He dims the Sun for the night               

and the skies glow a little

Whenever trees grow,

I catch a glimpse

of your blue green eyes

that behold the beauty

of the universe.

I do not know who you are.

For you come to me

In whispers. In

broken words that

ring in running waters…

All I know is that

knowing you is

knowing me in your words.

And meeting you is

meeting every bit of me.