...for the quiet to perceive.

Fingertips – palm.
Pressure for a moment.
Ever so slight, the image remains;
Caught, lightly, in eternity’s web for the quiet to perceive.

Lonely hearts wondering,
Where is my life?
Lonely hearts wandering,
Strife to strife, leaving behind their shadowed image play,
A fading corridor of time’s distant echo for the quiet to perceive.

Day to day – changeless, except to age.
Well worn paths so much the same, unnoticed
In their differings, trod only for their questioning
Presence; the answers unseen for the clatter of the search,
A fading corridor of time’s distant echo for the quiet to perceive.

Fingertips – palm.
Pressure for a moment.
Ever so slight the image remains,
A fading corridor of time’s distant echo for the quiet to perceive.