oh …I will wait

quietly until your heart speaks

when the real emerges and you begin to speak

I will wait on the shape that you choose

and when your eyebrows elevate and your pupils dilate

oh… I will wait for that pause, that shutter in your voice

when the truth takes hold and you quake

I will hold your hand to let you know your not alone

cause the words that are remembered are quiet, soft and often whispered

I am a mirror of your memory, a master storyteller

patient is my middle name, so I will wait.