Slight Allowance of Silence

i'm stunned at the ways
an ironic evening can define
the night
one that's yet to come

and we notice in slumber
those summer moments
when newly minted
leaves chime
to the memory of something that has
yet to occur

and i
like you
concur

i
like you
unaware
like awakening to
new foliage shading
a living room window
and
appreciating its
presence

like remaining an innocent bystander
to your most difficult
breaths
knowing it's not only
air that fills your
lungs

knowing
rather feeling
the effects of energy
waiting for the
time when everything's
captured in song
in poetry

knowing
rather feeling
that the cooling effects
of your favorite
breeze
often tickles your
senses
and fades
before
you notice it