You

What you whisper in my ear
Cannot become a book
What you breathe into my being
Cannot become a religion.
If anyone has seen you
And I'm sure they have,
If anyone has heard you,
And I'm sure they have,
Then they'd also know
That the notion of you is
So ethereal, so changeable,
So paradox and so unknown
That they cannot trap you
In man-made notions.
No, you cannot be defined
And no, your whispers
Have a different tune for
Different souls.

Hydeh Aubon