Poem - The Thought Electric Wings Across the Shallows

The thought electric wings across the shallows,

Wheeling like a cry from friend to friend.

Each virtual lover feels so well connected,

Neither needed, nor apt to be neglected,

That intimacies swiftly dart and blend,

Yet separate unerringly as swallows.
Soon will our dreams emerge from eaves and hollows,

Entering one dreamer without end:Visions into messages,

reflectedEach by instant each, as each thought follows

Nothing that we now can comprehend.

By Dmitri Shostakovich