All boys are toys
I CAN SEE ANGELS
by Hafiz

I can
See angels
Sitting on your ears.

Polishing trumpets,
Replacing lute strings,
Stretching new skins on the drums
And gathering wood for the evening's fire.

They all danced last night
But you did not
Hear them.

If you ask Hafiz for advice
On how to befriend their sweet voices
And how to have the nourishing
Company of the finer
Worlds

I would reply,

"I could not say anything
You could not
Tell me."

Then,
What was the use of this story?

O,
I just felt like
Talking.