Drizzle before the rain...

The night is still, the moon follows as fast as my thoughts touch with the sounds of birds
of shadowed bodies

The night is still, but only one third of the moon follows, my mind tries to shrug physicality and spirituality of what dusk spills on a simple soul

My heart captures the nocturnal happenings like the inevitability of gravity

We sat together and I’m reminded of true friendship and affection
Too soon for its extremities to be explored

My mind is erased of all memory and my heart journeys for answers
This confusion is driving me insane!


But who would believe that this is drizzle before the rain?

Your willing, hewn lips dribbled words I want to hear but doesn’t surface reality

I deliberately held your hands just to rekindle what I ONCE felt with a similar "race"

What I saw in another’s eyes………
Momentarily………too discreet but clear enough to recognize its trueness

As my mind compares the present with the past it’s almost impossible to decifer which ground my feet firmly stand…..that physical place of dust or grass
Or the world in which my sub consciousness resides
The world unknown to everyone else but me

But what’s the point in delving in this feeling when it cannot be shared with another?...
I’m baffled at how the human mind operates

On these very grounds my feet grind on its debri to keep level a soul which wanders, cautiously
Seeking worthy material
To inspire, recapture and refocus

One that aspires to bring difference to the table so that the world can
explore and seek to achieve peace of mind

And hope that… this serves two fold…