How do I find a way to share what cannot be seen
or felt
or heard
What is like air on a still afternoon in spring
There, full of grandeur and giving
Opportunity to live
whether or not you give
Without you, it still exists
But you cannot see or feel or hear it's bliss

Soon the stillness notices it's lonliness
like a child swinging so high, so alone
And after so long holding on, holding it in
it all rushes down
to the ground the child falls, the rain pounding
felt, heard, seen
making a mark that all must manage

Not so alone now rushing across the ground
but even the children who want to play
have parents who say, "Not today"
So they watch from inside thier windows
as the rain cries out a long forsaken breath

The sun comes forth, and the sidewalk dries,
and the air is still, and the skies are sad but withholding their tears now,
and the people walk on, through the streets, off to work
Inside. Not looking inside much.

Alone outside with the sky
I'd love to cry.
How do I find a way to share what others cannot see
On a spring afternoon, stillness surrounds me
I feel it's presense, I accept it's request
Being the motion of the day
Running passionate strides unto it all
Until life suffocates
The breath in me
And I cannot breathe it all in
Alone.