I am the listener When the white noise hisses, And night clutches you tightly, But the sandman is stayed, unable to Do his work. I am the listener. When you babble of woes of the day Wrongs that went un-righted And slights back to haunt Your restless mind, I am the listener. To embrace, to kiss away tears To hold your anger gently — Offering not solutions but To hear your grievances. I am the listener. When sadness weighs too much And you feel alone in a cold universe Drifting further from me And the sweet release of sleep, I am the listener. Calling to you in tired mumbles, Whispered “I love you's,” Small caresses, warm embraces, I affirm and acknowledge. I am the speaker. Telling you some silly story, Anecdotes of light and laughter, Reading prose, Offering prayers. Ah! Then it comes: A beautiful soul Captured by sleep, Set adrift, free. And I—content as listener Letting dreams carry you Where words cannot. Happy to be here.
