Smooth
As the listening night
Explores the silence
Of a passing breeze
Along a curious sky,
And I continue to fall away
Tapered fingers
Touch upon a half-smile
And downward look
For the undertakings
Of your Musing nature
Smoothing my mind
Across innocent thought,
I sit motionless
Amidst the realms
Of wonderment
Until the sweet desolation
In the absence of your voice
Begins weeping our tale,
And the stillness
Stings away
Any lasting movement
Caught fading
From my distant eyes
