by Eli Anderson

The tree's huge canopy ~
Shares its movement in the Summer breeze.
But close your eyes
And you will hear
Them speak to each other.

Two lovers fight ~
Words hurled intent to violate the mind.
But open your heart,
And you will see
The fear in their eyes; fighting for themselves.

A son cries silently ~
As his mother spits his father's name on the floor,
As his father spits his mother's name on the floor.
But if they felt the weight of time;
They would see the moment
Being carved,
Into the dreams of the child

We are the energy of,
Countless moments ~
Made physical.

(c) Eli Anderson

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