Windless whispers
Rustling sound of hushed secrets
Lost in the dusk
That twilight hour Before night gives way to black darkness
The scariest time of all
Lone dew drop in a desert
The last chance of survival
Can’t let those big fish swallow you no
So small and insignificant you seem imaginatively
Immensely winding woods
Tightly knit forest of dreams
Thoughts pop to memories
New beginnings from sad endings
A fog has drifted, dispersed
Slowly slippin on this slope
Up about it all I will float
Looking down, wondering, hoping, considering
Change is in the breeze
Change no longer a disease
Shifting slightly, Walking, talking lightly
Letting it all just fall
This time it must work
This time I’ll find the answers to it all
©2014