Not Much More

it is the lightest this

the wanting mystery

the all of her unheard

then the sudden echoes of her whispers ring

stone to pebble

pebble to stone

sun to dust

this shimmering collision of

rhythmic universes startle

her nature quivers

my comings goings go unnoticed

the what of me replies from the other side of

somewhere or other

the wanting to see through her

her complications of racing streams

to quiet sea leaves me sightless dull

mine just a life of dusty tidbits

crumbled notes

lost days

some this and that

no matter

not much more

JPPestana

Not Much More

9 September 2024