THE CHANGELING

 

Through the yesterdays

And tomorrows

The river runs over rock and sand

Patterns form

Fade

And fall

Only

On the surface of the mind

Deep within

S/he watches

While silence forms

Fades

And falls

On ears that do not hear

While time runs

Through the fingers of the hand

The circle

Forms

Fades

And falls

Into the depths of the mind

Deeper still

Lies the truth

Personal

Subjective

Heavy to bear

Walking away

Not an option

But in the meantime

There are the colors

The cold nights

The warm days

Love and loss

Cool breezes

Fast water

A deep pool

On which a fly softly settles

Pushed and pulled briefly

By spontaneously forming patterns

Whirlpools

And rips

Then quite suddenly

A voracious strike

And all is quiet

And gone

While deep within

S/he watches

In the great silence