My considerations have fallen short
now that yours lie in
little speckles of dust.
Remembering a long ago time,
when once you cared.
Now blown away in heavy gusts,
taking that image with it.

And once again my voice hesitates,
for falling on deaf ears
far too long.  So now shall
silence
corrupt my thoughts.

If I could but swallow up
this fear dictating my judgements
and open up this mind to enlightenment...
Could then I move forward?
Instead of planting myself
upon this border of indecision
watching some rise
most fall
and remaining most idle.



Oh, faithless one!
In whom this misery doth hide.
But for you...
to those lonely shadows
doth you confide.
Desperately clinging
with your skeptic mind.

Far beyond your identified Denial
I am known as Truth.
As a knowledge
purified.
I do not shout ideals
nor convince conversions,
but my voice is but a whisper
in the screaming winds.

And this is how you shall know me >
by my hollowed sockets
and toothy grin
For I bear no outward judgements
Nor do I care of
colorful elaborations...

Only...
ears to absorb
a voice to practice
heart to feel (fill)
and a mind to learn.
And to him,
shall my voice once again
give.