TimesThere are times it sits beside me
No sound except for breath Vanishing into the twilight I haven’t grasped it yet. There are times it leaves me nowhere Clinging to me like a mist Memories of lights shattered Speaking of love silently with a kiss. There are times it runs toward me Heavy footsteps floating above the ground Moisture mingling in warmth Sweet sensations spiralling down. There are times it is so focused Sharper than a cobweb’s shine Strong and certain high within me Proclaiming it is mine. There are times it is not known No, it cannot be recognised Too much untold, undone, misunderstood Too lost in what was chastised. There are times it seems to have gone Trying to keep water in my hands My mind wandering too far to Decipher what the Fates command. |