Perception

Quietly she waits

Watching the clock.

Time is an illusion,

Her heartbeat is not.

Stopping to listen,

Silence tells all.

Observing each breath,

As they rise and they fall.

 

Moving forward swiftly,

Yet always standing still.

Wondering what is, 

And what never will.

Hearing the golden whisper,

The crashing of the tide;

No longer does she wait

For what she's always had inside. 

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

Dani, this is full of depth and insight. You really do have an acute awareness/understanding of human nature. Wow, this one brought forth the tears, my friend.

'Moving forward swiftly, yet always standing still;
Wondering about what isn't, and about what never will"...

I relate to his one more than you will ever know....yet you do know.... Know what I'm saying, darling lady?

An instant favorite. Thanks, Dani. Merry Christmas beautiful one!!!
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[Coyote Poetry]

I had to read a few times. The many question we face leave us feeling empty. Ending was very good. We need to find the answers in our mind and heart.
A excelelnt poem.
Coyote