april?

where does the wind go?
the fleeting feeling of respite;
in the end i think it best to make believe you know fully,
even if only until you know in part.

where do dreams go?
the clearing clouds of consciousness;
in my my heart, i reach out to grasp them or take hold,
of what they ask me to take hold of.

where does time go?
the present pain of its passage;
unseen, unknown, until the halting and the looking back,
even if to catch a glimpse of memory.

in searching, let me find;
in hearing, let me know.
in sleeping, let me rest;
in walking, let me go.