Silence

Our arrows of love
Have turned into
Love's bullets

And everyone
Is bleeding
Out

When thinking of significance

I smile at the universe for having me

Present

And what a gift it is to receive

Receiving

The universe's gift

And what a gift it is to be able to give

To be giving the gift

To live and to have lived

Alive

Or without a life that has ever lived

Let it be alive

And without an end

In Sight's insights

Like any other turn

You can get off where ever you'd like

Sometimes that is

Wherever,

Ever,

It starts

I think a silver tongue

Leads to thoughts
That are hardly ever
Thought about

But charming

Never the less

Choose your words wisely,

Or they will unwisely

Choose you

As long as

You are alive

You are moving

When you are dead

You are waiting for the dust to

Settle

Into

Settling

To be

Settled

Once again

Something solid

...

Moving

Still