the vibrant plants
and talkative animals
cleared a path for her.
she followed that path
for a while, then paused.
she sat at the bank of the river
watching the leaves go by.
she placed her fears,
doubts, and troubles
onto these leaves,
whispered "goodbye,"
and let them float away.

Her body pulls away, outlying

Ask the mountains
Question the clouds

What is rotation's logic?
Have we spun fallaciously all along?

Communicating with inexact words?
Kissing off-target?
*******, an imprecise expression?

She settles now on unapproachable horizon

Learn from the shore
Understand the sea

Neither dare, nor desire, to claim
For the indignity or cumber of a difficult collide

Start anew by holding hands
Discover the "we" in you and her

Ever so gently, allow her to orbit
The offered affection
On her own terms

The heart will again probe for
A returning circuit to attachment

Her body will move closer

Somethings we all have in common
Is a fear of troubles.
A baby to an adult, they fear
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They run away from them
Laughing at the corner are troubles
They get scared easily of
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They don’t want to face
Such a delicate thing called troubles
They just think it’s a faze
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They feel the need to be unsolved
Because they are being chased by troubles
They don’t want to be living
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

It is time they face
Their own troubles
It is time they make amends with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They need to stand and be brave
And let loose of their troubles
They need to be shaking hands with
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

They can do it, I might say
As it is not a troubled thing, which is troubles
They can let go of them
An eerily quiet thing called troubles

I wake up
To a day half gone

Where did it all go?