in wane

one can only travel in cautious silence, abiding by the changing tides,
observing the high oceans swells upon the fullness of the moon,
in three days of wane silence is mandatory,
in three days of wane caution in sought,
in three days of wane all the worlds pain is temperamental,
one can only travel in cautious silence listening and observing,
steady hands raise upon the pen,
steady hands remove the sheath…
but of course these are all words from my imagination…
centered focus knows love is not a war….
only war is war…
where the middle man wins and both sides lose…