7.3.07

Lost in an instant

I melt with the expectant look you give; your heart dismantled before my eyes.
What am I to do? I sit here as you hold your head in your hands.

I wait.





The moon brings disturbed sleep. With the sun comes unsettling circumstances.
What will you do?
Days gone by swirl through your mind.

You fear to move.





You have done the unthinkable and come to me. Lay bare what others hide.
What am I to do? You ask for what I don't understand.

I reach out my hand to pluck the moment.




God use my inadequacies.