he lives three lives
as he sits patiently
awaiting the sound
so familiar: this is his
first life - the one we
see - the second is
not so clear: it is shaded
from our existence - a life
of sound and scent: none
knows, and the third is spent
with me: quietly alive as i
read through verses, petitions
answers and such, as my hand
stays silent, my heart beating
