Tuesday, January 25, 2011

a seeker of silence
once tiptoed into the noise
she had only thrice betrayed
her mind's scrubbed voice
that sounds accost sanity
that one trips over light
she learned on her way back
by the shadows of a calling night
watching your back
time tussled with your ties
to your listed priorities
then it bade heavy goodbyes

I was there all the while.