Alone or hand-in-hand
Speak, softly
As you shuffle through the sands of time
Step, quietly
Let the noise dissolve into thin air
Gentle whispers,
Into a lover's trusting ears
Birds gliding
And paradise found in solitudes
Moments, sliding past
As I just sit and stare, glued
Gazing at puddles
Little drops dripping
Blue scraps and red plastics
Early morning coffee-sipping
Surrounded by smoky shadows
My thoughts go up in ash
Dusty glass windows
And rhymes haphazardly stashed...
