Sometimes, we all feel so alone and wonder...if anyone really listens...A response to a question asked one late night...

Listening To You…


Yeah,
I am here,
Listening to the rain tap gently on my window,
Calling me to go out,
Sit in the dark and watch the silver
Fall from the skies…

I don’t say much,
I listen,
And hear so many things,
I hear death whispering,
And the loneliness you are facing tonight.

I have faced that too.

I don’t say much,
I am not afraid to be alone.
Even when I am surrounded by people,
I sit in a far corner and watch them silently.
I listen very well,
And see things others often miss.

Sometimes at night,
When it is so quiet like this,
I like to say the names of people I have met,
Through poetry as they pass through my life.
I like the way they feel on my tongue,
The images they conjure up in my mind.

Many would think I am strange,
To say such things,
But I don’t talk much,
Never found the words,
They stick in my mouth like glue,
But I listen real well.

Late at night,
When the world is sleeping,
You feel so alone,
And wonder what others are doing,
I do too.

I don’t say much,
But I listen,
Sometimes it’s not in what they say,
Or even what they write.
It’s what they feel,
I see it real clear.
Tonight I saw it in you.
Is any one out there?
I am.
I am listening to you now.