Dangling feet into water..
..searching mind; looking for an answer
to a question I have not asked yet.
Entering space of discontent, rambling
thoughts that do not illustrate peace.
Dangling heart into soul...
..seeking a place to hide where
the clocks are not working.
Where I can reflect nothing and yet
assume everything.
I hear the dipping leaves crashing
like feathers onto the ground.
I see the pebbled danger
that comes from being isolated.
Yet I seek that isolation anyway.
I ask only that I can shut my eyes
and see only what shadows
I want to see.
Dangling love into hot lava...
Watching it burn away; aware
that it will not come back.
Not caring, but daring to
reach out and grab
at it again.