Solitude is not fearful

In my pause is solitude

In my solitude is celebration

What can, what is.

 

What seizes and haunts

In my silence

You are the noise

circus of sounds

of whispers

that needs no net.

Don't weep for me

My cry is not your cry

My triumph is not your triumph

Different paths.

 

What lifts me up

Look to that

Fly to that

that makes the eyes shine

the heart waves on.

 

Sometimes I don't ask

What's in there for me? 

I don't know.  

It gives me breath, it gives me a new day.  

Why do I want to know more?

 

A celebration

Distance divides us, but we are in together, somewhere, somehow.

 

How we can share

 I want to share with you what I see, what I feel, what is natural.  Stop when you see me.  We are there, where it's natural.