Along the Way
Alone in the crowd, devoured from my search
To discover the culmination of a shooting star
With phatic phrases never heard.
There is a real person locked away
In words that never mattered,
An agent of unification in times of chaos.
Memories in formless breezes through the grass
The humid rain brushes my smile
As if to silence a yearning.
Drizzles of words,
The opening of my consciousness
Towards the odyssey of a new poem.