Where?

Keenly tickled at the things you say

Where I belong if words have no stay

Fall from the path that seemed righteous

Take back the feeling of falling sightless

Spoken thought came broken and scattered

Though written words come less shattered

Portray the feelings through verb and noun

Minds eye left reeling, restless without sound

Sit in quiet chatter and listen for truth

Kept awake with contemplations birth

Where do we go from here? The questions asked

Is the time that holds the barrier past?

Chance is seldom if not doubtful

Reasons back all the meeting was fateful.

Dan C.