Still

Find me still. Still and tranquil.
For what more I to stir?
Taste buds of my being, I can't taste you.
Neither sweet nor bitter.
No sense of you
Not hot, no cold
But I see you
I saw myself
And I here still. Still.
For what more I to stir?





**they say there is a time for everything. a time to stay, a time to move on. a time to laugh a time to cry. a time to persevere, a time to give up. when all means have been used up, sometimes the best way to go is to be still and allow things to happen

Caught in a Glance

In the blink and blitz of your glance,

I am blanched.

It leaves me wondering.

Are you seeing me?

or are your thoughts

of afar?

In the blink and blitz –

of those glances,

In such quick and quick glances

are a quiet, quick sand

slowly

Slowly still

Devouring my concentration.

It has drawn me deeper,

caught me struggling

In that puzzling wonder

Did you see – me?



**stolen glances may last but a millisecond but they leave you wondering for a stretched length of time.