I am a passerby

To the woman,

young now,

Singing passion in the public shower.

I am a passerby

To the man,

aged,

peppered black and white and blue,

Singing silent passion

(perhaps it is

forgotten.

I hope not.).

Iyouwe am a passerby

To my own reflection,

Lost (within

Time

that I have yet to pass by)

Lost

Lost

Loss of way as we pass.

(do we really move forward?)

I am a passerby;

I pass herhetheywe by(stander

to my own revision,

to the lessons within the songs of these

reasons

that others live;

every br

e a h BEAT

t

touch

is a song).

We are much too often passerby.

I am trying to make

Stops

To listen.

//tags: #poetry #adventure #spirituality #love #thought #time