sometimes

sometimes the worlds stand still to
heed you and only you.
your words shape worlds and some
men's universe
and maybe
you don't know that.

sometimes the lights all fall on
you and only you.
your thoughts take sound and flow
and melody and
someone dances to
this silent song you
wrote though you'd never know
you wrote it
and maybe
you'd never even hear it.

sometimes the dreams of men play
for you and only you.
and sometimes you'd be the
one to weave
them for them.
but you would never know that.

sometimes the literature of men write
of you and for you,
and only you.
sometimes you'd never know
that you brought them the
thoughts through something you
said or wrote or recited
or sang or
waved or smiled.
and most times
they would never know that.

sometimes all the worlds stand still,
just to stand still,
for you and only you.

2004.feb.26