Try not to 
forget what once 
was had as
one forgives what 
once never was 
for its in
that wee gap
that one lives 
their present life 

Psst hush
let me
listen to 
the stream 
as it 
makes its 
only way 
from spring 
to sea
for that
not this 
means everything 
to me 

The beauty 
in this 
lies not
with me
but you 
for I
know what 
and now 
that what 
is up 
to you 

Maybe that’s what 
art means then
something simple that 
came from one 
be it dance 
or word or
paint or wood 
that means something 
different to everyone 
or to none 

How do 
I look 
into eyes 
that look
like yours
but not 
no glimmer 
or glee
or glow 
just eyes 
looking back 
at me 
seeing nothing