I walk my silence
Beneath the shadows
of omnipresent clouds
and through it all
I send you flowers
I lose my way
by close of day
and fall into exhaustion
do you see though every day
I try to send you flowers
A single word
a thought, a prayer
a silent hug
no matter the hour
I send you flowers
Do you see them
Do you know
Do you even understand
or care
still, I send you flowers
Things
I do
seems small
to me
a smile
kind word
shared picture
hug
But on the other end
of what I think of as small
makes all the difference
when someone needs nothing more
than something to make a difference
Understand
that
it isn’t
the size
or self perceived
greatness
of the deed
It is the deed that is done
the lighter heart
the knowing that someone
somewhere out there
even in the great nothiningness of the computer world
who cares
enough to take even a few seconds
to let them know they matter
Clandestine Writing... 