Submerging myself in the powerless pity of necessity and quarks of this mumbled & fumbled haze I am surrounded in and it is the only thing I can think to myself as I answer the small and quiet voice in my own head. And you are there – I only whisper in the night a silently tempestuous secret which reveals my innermost dreams and I feel your flare.

A confused multitude of things wallow together in spacious turmoil as these eyes jet across and through the deepest of blues; only to find a cemetery of shattered thoughts and ruins you see me standing against the wind – less vitality yet more irrationality and I stare as you are standing here.

They listen, I hear their own whispers contemplating the significant substance of life, and they conclude at evening fall and amidst the aurora they take a break to realize their grave mistake. Together we watch & wait – they too tell me where I rate yet only as I am quiescent and though they are alone they are surrounded by their adjusted worlds and I am surrounded by their bellowing words.

Was that you I heard rustling in the brilliantly colored sky? I looked and before I knew it you were gone in the blink of an eye. Wasn’t it a tear I felt on this whimpering face? To her ultimate disgrace again I have craved his warm embrace. Only for a bit – a moment within time only for a moment was I a portion of the victimless crime. And behind me I hear the tip toeing of the passerby – I turn to catch a glimpse of eternity within its hue & cry.

These eyes will never see which is much to my dismay; These legs just burning as the wheels of time keep churning as you pass your mild cliché…so what shall I do? What am I to do? As I fall on my face & pray. Where did you go – runaway from the affliction – getting away from the ruefulness? And where you are, are you still standing…still waiting?

Don’t try to stop me now – I have only begun. These thoughts of yesterdays never land have left this velvet suit somewhat undone. To hold on is only to grieve & to expect to be done is somewhat naïve. So please understand – this is the horizon at hand & here I go again – searching this sickened cultivated land. And my heart cries. It whimpers and aches – it shimmers and shakes.

It shimmers…it shakes…