If I could see my way to make sense of all this
The drawing would come to life
And tell the story.
As it is, the story remains unwritten
It’s paralyzed between yesterday’s living
And tomorrow’s leaving..
Wish I could be a single drop of water
Rolling down over the smooth rocks
One sprinkle at a time
Making a wooshing sound
Instead of sitting here
With nothing to say.
…it’s sincere ,nice and open to surprise invitation…please ,remain …stay with us…