When that moment cannot be seen

unable to define

why a surreal feeling exists

what cannot be imagined

cannot be discussed

only somehow want to crawl

deep inside

yet, the shelter of fear

simply won’t allow anyone to realize

the pain that exists inside.

~

My own quiet space

she said to me

soft autumn morning,

twirling her hair in fingertips

a regular thing,

a so cool, lovely

thing.

~

Then today,

the storms that lie at bay,

waiting to explode

only kept under wraps,

feeding the confusion,

while she struggles to know,

he simply steps outside

of his own reflection,

letting her wander

in some rather stolid pit

of mystique,

certainly not the romantic kind.

If it were only that,

the day would seem far more

a mirrored response to her …

delightful elegance.