My actions are silent,        
Like words to the deaf.
Against the trends
Thought before action
the unbroken motion
passes through unnoticed.

My feelings, I conceal,
Like a ninja in the dark.
My thoughts are mine,
Your impressions, yours.
Fear arises, thinking of
where they may meet.

My eyes spot my shot,       
Like a patient hunter.
A simple suggestion,
a shot at the stars,
an ambition soars,
leaving regret behind.

My thoughts at ease,
Like someone about to die.
Thoughts and impressions,
ours greet each other,
on the same playing field,
and in the same direction.

My every fiber somber
Like America on 9/11
An unknowing grasp,
a false pretense,
a sad revelation,
of opposite desires.

My heart will remember
Like The Forgotten
The simple time in life,
the smiles, the flirting,
the laughter, the love,
carefree in your company.

My little world trembles
Like an earthquake
Passing the ancient way
of thought and remembrance
Bringing a gloomy future
of neglectful carelessness