Silence does

Silence does take me out of the waterways and the broken days
and plops me back where stillness lays, where stillness lays
i never knew a quiet way, a quiet day, a broken way

this ever knowing movement of over and over again
this ever moving moment of lovers again
I take it and leave it
I leave it and run.

Sitting between writers, between fighters and broken dreams
between this and that and tit for tat
i wonder where the broken breaking lies

where drafts meet finals, meet mine eyes

i think the angels of the west are calling me although i am never without reason to quell the desire for radical change.

i think i am one broken dream away from buying some really strong super glue.

silence does take me where wilderness does stake me in for the count

in for the roundabout realism of this and now
of take me and leave now

silence does leave me on a stream of evermore consciousness

If only if only if only, i would stop the ever shallow drought of thinking
of taking leave of this place, for beauty and leave me out in the cold where the wolves doth play

i am a thief of dreams and my words, though unsteady as they seem
bring me back to what really matters
to that place before thoughts form, before form becomes itself completely
Eckart Tolle calls it consciousness.
I just pray for syncronicity, for happenstance, and good chance meetings.
I pray for good luck and things falling into place.
For the sun in my eyes and for moments without words
for listening to my breath
for dreams