Wisdom is Calling

First time I caught a glimpse of you,
I was walking down the corridor
Of the quiet space
And I heard voices up ahead and there you were.
Brilliant. Vast. Well spoken.

The first time I saw you,
At the bus stop just got down from the BRT,
After a long and awkward session on the bus.
We stood, talking in front of the big grocery store at the bus stop, 
And I saw, You.

You.. 

Bright, Beautiful and Simple.
Your light buried under lots of dross,
Defined by the tags others gave you.
Your beauty hidden with 'bragado',
A child screaming in silence to be loved.
Scared yet scarred.

With open arms, I received you
as you reminded me of me
As usual, I revealed to you a side of me.
It was a gift, a deposit...of something beyond time.
But because you didn't know better, you couldn't just accept the gift,

You could not see the gift to be accepted.

But, time is short.
Wisdom calls from the highest heights
Can you hear her?
Will you respond to love?

I have called.

She has called. 
He has called.