Resonance

When dream weaver leaves word spinner

Clanging wheels and hissing engines

Echo in the lonely station

Teeming with wet stories

Of meeting and leaving

And voices coalesce

Rivulets of desire

Gather momentum

In thunderous silence

 And dream weaver sings

In the voice of falling teardrops

As the word spinner’s tale

Echoes adieu in empty hearts

Or is it adieu?

For the thread of memories

Has knotted silver specks

Tied with the unseen voice

Of snowflakes surrendering

To a rapturous earth

As they fall silently

On a world exploded

With the voice of surrender

As two souls are transformed

To dream spinner and word weaver

How can goodbyes exist?

When in the silence of surrender

They absorbed one another

 The voice of their being

Now resonates in each other!


                          - Sadhana .