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