CONVERSATIONS

Pulsating electric sounds-your words 
Crackling through the air 
Waves of energy, thro' time and space 
Compressions, rarefactions, in pairs. 
Blue lightning, smoking heat 
None other can feel or see,
But it speaks a thousand languages 
That descend and suffuse in me. 
Now the profound silence 
The lull before the storm, 
Or is that the cosmos breathing 
Quietly panting a tired song.
When your words could burn pathways 
Create synapses for pulses new, 
Why did you think your silence wouldn’t
Scream me intense heart-bits from you! 

MS