Moments

There are times when I lay
Awake
And dream of far off places
I listen to the silent steps of phantoms
And gaze beyond the walls
There are times when I walk
Alone
And wish for the warmth of comfort
I move motionless among the leaves
And smell the unscented current
There are times when I giggle
Quietly
And search for the faith of others
I remember events I've not yet lived
And wait for the past

To trudge onward
Slowly
While the wind bends
The reeds
Standing in the trenches
Waving at passers-by
And drying in the sun

There are times when I contemplate
Aloud
And fear the peace of conviction
I rest on the sore limbs of spirits
And smile for the darkness
There are times when I sigh
Breathless
And strongly embrace the covers
I touch the hearts of formless visions
And sculpt the sober silhouette
There are times when I write
Spaces
And reveal the human conscience
I observe the emptiness of actions
And revel in the certainty of Life