Even in shadow
does nature thrive
a silent spectre
full of bristling sighs
with a glimmer
the light then shows
the blooming tree preserved
alive in its shadow
We trace our lives in running circles
always waiting for a new path to show
Strained and wanting
I simmer below the surface,
a thousand pieces of light
stretched thin and glaring
piece together my skin,
thoughts rumbling through
troubled waters, fine lines
and wasted moments,
preoccupied with nothing