Office is a place

of meeting where people talk --


and that creates work.

Our conversations

are silent conversations --


There is no anger.

I really need to

go outside and get some air --


I need the silence.

Along our journey
Carved in stone
The words read
"The path from here on,
Must be walked alone."
The mournful cry
Tears of betray
Laminating the path
One walks astray
But you and I
Need not have this faith
For even the pilgrims
Lose their way
Although lost and drifting in time
Through the desert's barren beauty
You are my saving rain
And it is true
Our trail may wind
But it shall never part
As you forever remain
The keeper of my heart

No one is themselves,

people are always leaking --


in each other's lives.

Two people will form

a community, any --


trio will split up.

Sometimes the sunlight

glints in the drop that I am --


in the sea of life.