The words, kept repeating, over and over
“…I don’t know… I don’t know… I don’t know…”
Inspiring thought; but not strong enough to induce a response.
Until, you visited me in my dreams
We stood there for a minute or two
In absolute silence.
And you said to me
“I don’t know.”
And then I woke to a suncast shadow
Of your gift to the cryptic dreamer.