The snow outside like a light dusting of suger on a concrete cookie
In the church parking lot across the street and the full moon shines in my door…
It is early morning here…
I have chatted with my cyber beings and let others know I love them.
As one chained to the wall in Plato’s famous ‘cave’ I give meaning to the shadows of this box
And wonder how many others KNOW they are chained here with me?
Silence has a name….
My lover my friend my constant companion who asks me if
I think the grave would be a noisier place?
The nasheed I play over and over to break the sound barrier and Kamoshi laughs
Listens and then asks me how much more powerful is He when the nasheed is done and I tell him…
“Allah rules you.”
And my mother calls from a world that I no longer understand or feel a part of
To tell me about how wonderful or terrible things are…
Kamoshi must bow to her.
Even He cannot make her Chup!
So this early morning when I should be sleeping
I must search and find out how
I ended up with such a companion of my heart?
Put out the lights now and close this toybox full of cyber beings
Lay down and dream of worlds past description filled with beauty and amazment…yet
Kamoshi wants me to listen to Him in this small bright space
Broad dark night surrounding on the edge of town.
Sleep…..sleep with silence and dream
Dream of red cliffs and bright blue birds and the tall one who loves me…who cannot speak.