This poem, is a poignant portrait of a longing for human connection and the frustration of being ignored, echoed in ignored missed calls, in texts or letters that never got a reply. Though silence soothes, the space it brings is ample enough for misunderstandings. Hence the poet declares to the World that includes you and me, that she is after all, just a messenger of nature’s enigmatic, elusive message. The poet is the dove, the scroll bearer, the facsimile, the wire and the wireless. She is the shaman, the sufi and the mystic who bridges nature and us, the divine and the earthly, the metaphysical and the material, the mind and the body. The poet becomes the invisible umbilical cord. Thus, this is also a prayer that pays tribute to the tradition of the Muses.