A Trick Or Two

I walk past her arrangements
mindful of my position
in the scheme of her amusement
Could it be that I am the only fixture out of place
the only brass sans polish
in her disperfection of perquisites

I've learned the trick
of hollow steps
how a nod can replace a confession

Who listens to the truth
if it isn't their own invention
The ebb and flow of life
is easily ignored by the static mind
Seasons don't matter
to the self contained

I don't ask you to save me
but your heart has touched mine
and the sun is still above the horizon