Eyes closed
the theft of your place in the stream
The stillness of limbs
quiet in your being
Doors shut
the heist of your notch in time
The sun beams by you
pairing shadow with soul
Windows open
ambient noise guzzling a restless mind
'Till no drop drips
Until the quiet alights
Seating as plain
as yesterday's shuttled mail
Once delivered by others
Now you craft your tale
I like the synchronisation of word, shadow pairing with soul.