the distance

If you are not heard,

don't speak loudly,

but go near.

a white flag !?

We thus created the space in between

just to demonstrate our warfare.

I have my militia parading on my side,

you but stand alone on the other side

with a white flag and a mysterious smile.

What am I to do with this fatal passion?

play it now...

you asked me to take the notes of the silence.

who will then play the music of it?

wings and words

why don't those words of an unanswered question

hang in the air?

they may fly away to a greater sky,

when the wings are fully grown.

!.............?

You said not to ask if I don't expect an answer.

What am I to do with my questions?

. . .

That was a question expected not to be answered.

You but responded.

What am I to do with your answer?

. . .

you are the eternal giver

but of silence.

how am I to write my poem?