Yet to find
Yet to find
Years have weighed upon me
or I have used years
yet to find...
a small stir even
brews a storm
and I become a loud shriek
Memory of previous seasons
kisses me gently
as quiet distills into life's arena
leaving me nostalgic
some speechless seconds
then I steel myself
like the dusky horizon just before rains
and gulp down dark secrets
Creaks of my aging carcass
make me realize
I have lived enough life
time ripe now to take leave
like a quaint hush...a subdued pause
let me settle with the dust.
...