You glare at me
With eyes that won’t see
The deep meanings not yet set free

I look to the inside of you
A stranger whose time is due
Lost and wild in one’s own view

Frowns, smiles, and tears flow
Like ****** stemming underneath the snow
But you keep steady, yet tired and slow

“Halt now,” I dare speak out
My words to you are of no sprout
Your own make no sound even in a shout

I long for that some one
Whose praise of life is still undone
Whose long waits turn boredom into fun

I stare back to break the bond
Unleash the tie…I am no fond
I claim back the ripples of my pond

                          NHH                                            "Plume"