Counting the time down and down.
Nothing to do with this restless heart.
Seldom can anything be absolutely known.
Impossible to see into another's mind.
The tension of our time alone.
We could sit in silence with our thoughts.
Organize and formulate our peace.
Reflect on a day of activity and things.
Think of an overcast sky hiding the sun.
Covering us all with billowing clouds.
Or a cluster of bright stars on a clear night.
Calm with a cool spring breeze.
Words left unsaid are not words.
They were never meant to be said.