Soft notes
Damming the rush
Patient appreciation
Saves me
Yet still I wait, hopeful
Forward thinking the expected
But the expected never comes
The train pulls in too late
Or early
Who knows, and will I care when timeless souls greet mine?
Scolding players, we’ve crossed paths
I’ve met many who know better
I’ve known better than many too
But common ground rests where really we know nothing at all
Warm intentions spoken aloud on cold mornings
Disappearing into the fog
So no more talk
To light up is the only way to see
Foraging my own seeds
Lost, yet full of purpose
This may be the most powerful way to live.
