Let these float,nothing but moisture on a mountain, let it rest, nothing but dirt that makes the soil. Let it be nothing but shadows, dancing in dreams. Let it flow, nothing but salty seas. Let it be.
Quiver as though in winter but the cold that runs isn't the same bloodcurdling menacing the monster that lurks dangerously in thoughts and deeds a mere look that swipes the smile. Quiver beyond need unease, prying eyes.