my silence means naught
please don't interpret my heart
it has its own voice

many ways to love
so few opportunities
to love completely

wells continuously selling wishes
springs eternally offering hope
a toss of the penny
a cup of the hands

still waters of expectation
flowing solutions of promise
eventually evaporating
somber saturation of the atmosphere

coping with disappointment
a blessing or a curse
acceptance or complacency
peace or resignation

no sleepless nights of torment
lamenting the unintended and unfair
only melancholic contemplation
of dubious cause and wayward effect

the energy of discontent has dissipated
but it can only change form
perhaps the calm before the angry storm
a condensation into indignation

clear judgment further clouded
a tempest against the fates to be weathered
torrents of despair to rage
umbrellas of faith turned inside-out

but the sound won't be deafening
and the fury fleeting and insignificant
and as blue skies reflect in warm puddles
a fist will unclench to reveal...another coin

earthworm of passion
burrow deep within my soil
enrich and enhance