We Are Intertwining Poem by Doris Cornago

If you do not talk to me

How do I know where to start

Or where to end this conversation?


Your silence has taken too long

Birds have stopped singing

The faucet has stopped dripping.


We are caught in a vacuum

This mute nothingness causes

eardrums to unceasingly bleed of need.


Caught in a maelstrom of emotions

our eyes dilate in misplaced notions

that we are what we are not, set adrift.


Of course I am of a different race

but of the same persuasion that you are

Creatures of the night, stalking till daylight.


Somebody asks if I still sleep

I am amazed myself how I manage to see

the KEYS when I myself do not have knowledge.


I am a flower becoming a rhyme

without a cause, without direction

until a singer comes along, and a pianist.


And yet another beginning comes

A poem upon a poem, a song in a song

A life's story unfolding, we are intertwining.


Surely you know how everything ends

Stop breathing if you can, control rhythm

Of your heart, or the convolutions of your brain.


Yes, now you see none can find a reason

For all the seasons, why is there sun or rain

Why are you here my friends - is this a dream?