Watching by the Window

He watches her from a distance. She isn't exactly graceful. Her head buried in a small cap and a warm muffler around the neck. It's the same jacket which comes out every year as winter approaches. She trots, doesn't walk and sometimes trips. He sips his coffee soundlessly. They're standing inside the tiny shop, she rushes in takes off her cap and down tumble nothing. The hair is all gone. Just a pixie remains. He starts but doesn't comment. She catches the expression but doesn't comment either. 

Resurgence

Back from the beyond,
Nights turn into day,
Seasons turn
We watch
The leaves dripping
Creating pools of soft mud
While the grasshoppers come out to play

Secret serenades being sung
Hidden from sight we wait
For re-emergence
Vapor rises softly
Whispering unspeakable words
Into ears eager to lap up
Unimaginable thoughts

And still we stay hidden from sight
Alone and together

Inertia

After all the running is done
We stop.
There is stillness and an ellipse.
We give in
Sometimes surrender.

We let silence drown our voices
We swim towards limpid pools (of tranquility)

We then come to rest
And remain so

Godot (Waiting)

Childhood hides, under covers

Dreams are listless, lifeless now

But through a peep hole, inside the heart,

Childhood watches

The time of reckoning

Will come again

Laughter reeks 

In silent places

And merriness rings out clear

In the wilderness 

A voice 

Rises above the restless noon

Childhood is just around the corner,

It awaits the second coming

A return to naivety

Innocence and lack of gloom