still

i think when i become lonely enough

i begin to hear my heart speak

when life is so very quiet

i begin to hear words

swirling around me

the longing of souls

and not just my own

i see emptiness

in the eyes

i pass on the street

a world full of human suffering

the pain out the window

haunts to the very end

of almost everything i believe

sometimes i feel

like the pond that sits still

until i pick up a stone

throw it as far

as dreams will take it

in a splash

there are restless ripples

and the reflection i see

changes

it becomes energy once again

and lonely

becomes a long lost friend

familiar eyes drawn in the sand

on some empty

beach

somewhere

dear to the heart

and oh how hearts can mend

but not in the still

no never

no

life must bend

like sunflowers in the wind

we begin

again and again

season upon season

reason over reason

and we cannot allow time

to become

a kind of treasonous vein

in the hours that remain

we cannot remain still

love you know

is the strongest of wills

all that our hearts

beg of us

to really ever feel

~ patty brown

photo @ctt956