Opportunity affords itself to silence,
felt within that framed picture,
infered by stalked immobility,
striking ever so slowly.
Either to leave one depleted,
or by chance of attitude,
enhanced with the brillance of a golden halo,
brought on by gratified silence,
illuminating lifes' singular appitite for living.
Bringing with it an appreciation,
for the lesser seen objects,
within plain sight,
yet unseen!

Muddled expression of life
only brings unwanted strife.
Yesterday's undoings drapped
like wet heavy long hair
dripping with today's undigested
rag muffin, half baked apple pie;
Waiting for tomorrow's
damp moldy painted pictures,
hazed over by a non-discript,
appatite for unfinished or
not yet started movements,
to Mozarts' last composition.
The dance continues,
with all it's spins and dips,
glides accross the glass like floor
making one dizzy and entranced,
with still nothing accomplished.
The fires of procrastination,
are hell on the body and soul,
as the tomorrows become todays,
with yesterdays doings and dreams,
still hanging on the line,
or sitting in the dryer.

Elusive mind beyond reason hanging
on reclussive crumbling games
with no rules and thousands
of possibilities lingering
in the shadows of half lit halls
branching into every direction.
All so dimly lit
that shadows dance
on walls of crystal
that play back images
of only shadows dancing
to the silence!