I Wait To Meet You Friend

i wait to meet you, Friend,
in the silent chamber of the soul
where thoughts have become
the perfumed breath of trees

where we come to each other
empty handed
bereft of words
of tears and laughter,
of plans and memories

where we have
nothing more to do
nothing more to say
and nothing more to be

where i bring only
my purified emptiness
to be filled and become
one with Yours


17th november 2010


shahbano aliani