Nautilus
The knot in us.
Unknown,
It's grown,
In the darkness
Never seen, till in need.
The *Nautilus sleeps.

In times of turmoil,
Of doubt and pain.
That's when the Nautilus,
Earns its name.
When called forth
The Nautilus roars,
It ascends to the fore.

Of *courage over *fear,
Strength over pain,
The Nautilus breaks clear
The sufferer's aid.

It puts to end,
The chaos, the carnage.
Replaced with,
Experience's  wisdom
And the patience of age.

she walked in behind him,
slowly,
floating like the small dandelions that flew
as she blew them kisses,
leaving her breath on each one.

she touched each side of the hallway walls,
with an echo that screamed
'I'm Here'

she left her mark
on every crack, every corner
hoping that he'd turn around,
simply notice, and say
"so am I"