| Her gaze never wavers from some point in the distance only she sees.No movement,or sign to let us know how she feels.This happens often,and is of some concern,for I think I understand.... The sands of time have swirled past;changing nothing;making no demands upon the silence set here,where speech is inconvienent... If a thought took flight it would ring like all bells combined;shattering this dreaming mind... So,I wait;watching the brooding face;knowing what I'll see from moment to moment,and liking it less,for the secrets hidden within my sight... Must I wait here for her voice?...It may never come;and besides!..When did a sphinx ever utter a word,but in a riddle?!... I see her shouting in my mind's eye;crying for a way out,but all is set in stone,and nothing moves....Only the shadow of her soul is traveling;almost a whisper,floating on winds that you,or I,dare not fly.... |
