When I Speak with You

When I speak with you,
my being stills
like the silent song
of a penny dropped
into a wishing well,
resting
in the warm
unknown folds
of eternity.

When I speak with you,
your words stay
like downy pollen
from a wholesome flower
on thought-dusted wings;
I carry them with me -
sacred songs
of worlds
inside worlds,
moments
inside moments,
an endless shower
of wild confetti.

When I speak with you
I hear and see
trails of thoughts
caught by an eye
that's learned
how to see
shades of clouds
in a grain of sand,
and a cactus smiling
with all its seeds.

When I speak with you,
I hear Life
speak with me.