Smudged marks

And the inkling of sparks 

Keeps me waiting;

Craving to learn the meaning of patience.

Focusing on the breath

So that I'll stop focusing on your eyes.

Those deep universes of potential and noise

That keep me awake at night,

Paddling in my ponder

And I wonder

When my version of now will meet with yours.

I try not to shift my world

Instead let it drift...

And be at the will of life's long river flow.