How many moments pass me by

While I try to capture one

In a still frame, which never shows

The truth, the life beyond


Hiding away the fierce laughter,

And frowns of a troubled soul

Alone in the endless expanse

Of a vast sleepless void


What beauty sighs beyond my grasp?

Butterflies swept by the wind

Fragile as a lonely spirit

Wavering in its search


And which leaves will I fail to catch?

Like letters lost, unopened

Buried beneath the murmuring

Of life’s pressing burdens


So I yearn for sounds of silence

The place where stillness dares

To stir in its evasive dance

Beyond the edge of sight


Tortured by the lilting echos

I pine to know why night falls

And why the world keeps spinning by

Despite all my protests

Published by Cara Amy Goldthorpe

Storyteller, holistic health guide, and lawyer, with a mission to promote health and ways of living more harmoniously on this planet and with each other.

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