Whispers echo still, enlighten’d darkness,
Linger, longing, found in cyberspace,
Heard beyond all planetary, winsome,
I hear them then I picture words and face.
Whispers rise up, somehow are converted,
Awesomely configured, rendered, changed,
I can’t conceive of how a brain invented
Ways to alter speech, so rearranged.
I guess it started with some daubs on cave walls,
Grunts to graphics, pics for history,
Some cuneiform and hieroglyphs translating
Thoughts to page awaiting you and me,
Some ink pens then, calligraphy, that beauty,
Painstaking effort, patient and adorned,
Greek, Semitic, Arabic and Chinese
Marks upon some parchment to inform.
I’m thinking then of smoke and drums and phone calls
And telegraphs that sped the process on,
Who knew that one day someone could encrypt so
And fire words to ether coded, formed.
Thinking typewriters, TV and now Skyping,
Measures that foreclose the distance, space,
So techy I can barely understand it
But glad still that the progress had its place.
I’m putting down my pen now, words on paper,
Typing from the symbols, thoughts to all,
Sending code still daubed, deployed as little pictures,
Some abstracted, etched forever on my cavern’s wall.