This is the way I Love;

heavy and sinking,

like a stone

slowly falling through water.

Hard but solid

dependable even in it's falling apart

grain by grain

surrendered

to become the sands of time itself. 

fettering fleeting thoughts

I'm sorry that I take all this time,

I hide it under my bed

while I dream up

what I can tell you;

how words might fit
(like a captured photo)

to these things that rush right through me.

and so I lay careful traps in my own mind

where I wait,

hoping to catch my own drift.

to make it worth our while

to think at all.