Greetings!

Do you hear the soft rustle     beside your table?    Don't bother to write     for I'll come to you.        Is it possible you are angry    with me like the last time?    You say that you don't want to see my hands,    my hands or my eyes.        I am with you in your bright, simple room.    Don't chase me away     to where the cold, murky water     flows under the bridge.