While Your Eyes Are Closed.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

you have not gone beyond
what you are supposed to be.
you have not heard them
speaking to you, in low
voices: the clouds in whispers
the sunset singing a song to God,
the leaves of trees in harmony
the roots are doing their murmurs
like some frogs in their rainy alto.
you have not heard the songs of
your breaths, the anticipation of
your gasps, your hands that keep on
chanting for God's grace, and all
others who keep you awake from the
slumber of routine.
tonight you will hear the hymn of your
dreams in the middle of your sleep.
you can see your eyes, your skin feels
your skin, and all these
while your eyes are closed.