You whispered your pain in the ambiance of the night . . . .
Like a lost cat your delicate mews voiced these sorrows
The subtle message of your suffering strewn in the stillness
Memories from your wasted past upon the hot summer air
Carried like a Buddhist child god to the portals of my ears.
Like a message from old wise shamans it transformed me
The pain of your emotions reverberating through my psyche
Like a whispered breath slicing the silence with its vibes.
Your chi a battleground of unresolved passion . . . .
Overcome by the depths of your grief,
I wept in the nocturne.
OM
Om Mani Padme HuMmmmmm
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