I see the twinkling of the stars,
but I do not hear them sing.
I see the rustling of the leaves,
but I do not feel the wind.
I see the parting of the clouds,
but I do not dare enter in.
I hold a smooth stone in my hands,
but I only feel the pain.
I hold a dream close to my heart,
but I only see it fading.
I hold memories of yesterday,
but I only let them go
….slipping from my hands.
~Mark Schutter Â©2016