A post, a post

So, again, I write... again it has been a very long time since I have written. It is a slow day at the coffee shop and I am inclined to pick up the proverbial pen. It has been a tumultuous few months. I have been doing a lot of writing in my journal - the physical kind. Just felt I needed ot feel the pen to paper. But since I am here I will see what kind of stuff will spring forth from my fingers.

The Wall

Falling behind a dream
Lost to what you forgot
Forgotten by what you lost
The barrier unseen
I scream but you do not hear
I plead to no avail
You cannot see me
Staring from so close
I watch you
Placidly making the motions
Ignorant of your oversight
Close enough to touch
Stuck in second gear
Engine racing
I see where you need
From behind your edge
Leaning against our confines
In mournful reticence
Tears drip slowly
Down the divider of worlds
My hand slides slowly
touching the tears
You do not see
You will not see
I will watch
I will talk
I will wait
Until you choose to see

Hmm, I like this... It s one of those poems that have a meaning to me that I do not think the rest of hte world will see. I had the idea for this a few weeks ago from a conversation with a friend. I will not say what it is about cause that'd ruin the fun :) But I can assure you that it is probably not what you would think.

Be well, love lots and smile most,
Franz~