Looking forward

She searches for something too small to
                                                  hold.
Timeless tension.
If only to know
   To see
        To hold.
A whispering echo of memories
or moments in rain.
Dancing dreams

Rhythm
     runs in remnants of smiles.
Smiles or tears. Who  knows?
Lost far away down a small stream
Shrouded street?
Still
She
Searches. Searches for souls?

Or something?
Precious pearl!
Shimmering sound of the sun.
Tears fall in silent surrender

Not that the hope has gone.
                                 Or the belief?
                                 Just the time.
The tiny imprint of precious space that joined the stars...