Thoughts

I offer my thoughts into the night,

Into the shadowy, hazy corner, 

Into half-light,

Where they are beckoned to dance.

Waltzing.

A flickering of words that tap, 

A repetition,

Sudden 

recognition.

A moment of clarity,

A moment of rhythm.  

I sing my thoughts into the breeze,

And they are swept with the rush of petals,

which,

scooped with leaves,

are floating.

My words billow with summers transience.

Softly

reminiscent.

A moment of tranquility,

A moment of innocence.

I whisper my thoughts into the sea,

Into the quiet of sand beneath,

And, bleached with salt,

they are comfortably 

sinking.

Into their resting,

and into their ashes, 

they quietly wait.

A moment of cleansing, 

A moment of testing.