Muse on Life - Angelica

I muse on life...... wandering thoughts curl, whispy tendrils like smoke
from an abandoned cigarette drift round blind corners nudging sweet
memories back into sight, so afraid that they may fade.
phantom trails clasped gently lest un-noticed they slip through open fingers,
fall just out of reach, yet linger close, tantalizing, tasting, testing the looseness
of silken ties...falling veils expose the shadow, questioning why life offers no
answers, yet passes uninvited judgement on our frailties -now the wind no longer
sighs to me but growls it's impatience at my inability to answer the 'whys'.
Is it life's ironic voice that no matter how vocal in the end we have no choice.

Angelica