colors swimming through light

desire to create, desire to destroy
messages lost amid rubble
her hands are dusty from sorting through it
sorting through the past
her memory is clouded
when he speaks to her
the story is lost amid noise
noise drowning out silence
but silence sneaks back in
filling her thoughts
noise has drowned her
silence creeps in again
hands dusty memory clouded
and the crowds are pollution as movement
colors swimming through light
she is seduced by silence
and the dance along the wind
carries her like a leaf
raindrops blown backward

his words are so like his hands
soothing in a magical way
her story has no boundaries
limitation or end and it never began
or is constantly unfolding
the lotus revelation
of consciousness
the years past are gone like sand
swept from her cheek
while people pass by like seconds
on the clock
like clockwork
jealousy stirs up dust
emotions uncovered gather like mud at the bottom
of the lake
what will it take to grow again?
what must she do to land from a journey so high
so inescapably dangerous
any mother would cry and protest
she leans into the breeze
guided by spirits she would never
speak of
to you