Keep looking till they start to speak, <br />treat all things like a woman whom <br />you’d like to dance with, cheek to cheek, <br />to sense the fragrance of her bloom. <br />Keep looking, and they’ll speak to you, <br />and teach you dark, material lessons <br />about the silent world, and cue <br />you into their inspired essence, <br />for they can breathe if you can hear <br />the sounds they make while you are staring. <br />Don’t be embarrassed to get near, <br />but let their silence make you daring. <br />Until they speak you have to keep <br />on looking, for they’re just asleep, <br />but you will recognize that they’re awake <br />not by their words but by the flagrance <br />of something in them you can’t shake, <br />which is their freshness and their fragrance. <br /> <br />4/21/97,11/3/09<br /><br />gershon hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/treat-all-things-like-a-woman/
