And I am everything
In your aloneness,
Torn sorrows that bloom
In your cadence of tears,
I am grateful
For the pieces left intact....

Grace of a broken moon,
Woman among the Seasons
I see a greyness in Fall
And you are an echo
In the silent forever of my
Frozen sight,
Worthy of the hold
And your mournful touches,
Woman,. I can carry your pain.

It will be ok,
As I see you glimmer among
Dark stars,
The spectrum of your pain
Allows you to run to me,
I am the Spectre in the sad fields,
Grains that remain seeds
And a new beginning
Will leave me to find
Another broken dream.

Keep distance, the Snail said,
I don't feel safe with humans around
and my pace makes me so vulnerable.

He took a deep breath and added,
do you ever feel my toil
to move from place to place
while the winds blow in gusts
and the world passes by like a storm?

My minutes tick like your hours
and hours days
as I climb the mountains of walls
cover furlongs of ground
rest and restart
never really knowing
where the path ends.

And you only add to my woes.

Your prank of a kick
rolls me back and down
all the way
to beyond from where I began.

A teardrop gathered in his opal eyes.

But it really doesn't matter,
a smile broke through the tears,

I see with all your pace
you're so far from happiness.