II
into the cracks and crevices
this scattering
to the finest grain of sand
scrabble on all fours
to the darker corners
hooded eyes waiting,
watching
hoping
praying
breathing
hope undone like shoelaces
forgotten in haste
disregarded
as moments play
where did I go?
where did life go?
where did love go?
stillness found
on the cusp of morning
I am left
wondering, talking quietly
with you
the answers are silent
stoic in their patience
nowhere to be found
not to my eyes in their seeking
and so I close them
to just listen to your voice
~
Leigh-Anne Tyson
©2010
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