ghazal ("amid cypress shade")

Every sentence is seeking you   in a different way
music's visit comes sneaking you   in a different way

truth if evermore hidden   aren't its scriptures blank?
silence surely is speaking you   in a different way

what's the point about pattern?   all of the thread's opaque!
through the curtain comes peeking you   in a different way

those who argued philosophy   thought to find your news
daily papers yet reeking you   in a different way

you're the ocean!   your universe is pipes & tubes!
every faucet is leaking you   in a different way!

when the raaga gets serious   even stones might dance
every art is uniquing you   in a different way

morning doves sound your lyric hush   canines bark reply
darling house-mice are squeaking you   in a different way

time is precious!   the lumbering years run way too fast
always monthing & weeking you   in a different way

every mood's a novella in the brain's soft mesh
each strand cheering or bleaking you   in a different way

drops that gather grow powerful   like the rush of thought
each stream brooking or creeking you   in a different way

ugly manners discomfit you   in life's carnival tent
perfect beauty is freaking you   in a different way

the beloved's high haughtiness   is her poison stun
pleasant smiling is piquing you   in a different way

you're the author of everything!   but collaborative
every writer is tweaking you   in a different way

olden poets favored kissing   amid cypress shade?
Raphael's cheek-to-cheeking you   in a different way