The Chaldean

They were images, phantoms blue like Negril

A synesthesia of sound, color, and the

Syncopated smells of lilac and jasmine – all

Forming the warm Symbol of you

I long to hold.

I want to tell you, as if I were a Chaldean sensing,

Poetry written is the physical transference

Of the spirit-world to us here on earth – and I become

Aware that it is our ability to Listen that makes

Cogent equal to the depth of your own willingness

To release perception, to un-marry those thoughts

Of who you are and just for a moment consider –

I am who I am – but there are symbols that surround me

That also have bearing of who I am. It is this conduit that

Is my voice as I speak, as I listen to all that is around me.