Psychic Paws

It's not here in the quiet 
Nor in the moments of chaos 
The longing of what was
And never been 

That I look and see
What is and what will be
I look back and longing pulls
The thing that never wills

The ways I travel 
As I look back and unravel 
The click that ticks and yet time 
Never moves 

On road in gravel 
On hooks and fences 
And faces of love and spaces 
And memory yield 

A time gone by
The heart split by 
Two, and time fly 
The bend, the end 

A cloud, soft and high 
As it lands far off 
Behind hearts that now 
Need to fly high in the sky

By Sandi Martinez