Visitor

By Jayeesha Merchant

At twilight, I hear your song,

Soft and pulling.

You are tongue-tied and giddy,

Your truth is tiresome.

I have heard the whisper,

In a zephyr.

In the moon, in lyric,

In the clock, in smiles.

I see you.

As the veil slips.

I see, as you see.

By Jayeesha Merchant