Appearance

It's not always what it appears to be
Only scratching the surface, we never
Know the inside unless we listen, deeply,
Quietly, expectancy willing to wait beside
The silence that invades the air on still
Silent wings, taking flight into the depths
Of caring, hanging onto hands in love
Without even knowing who you are, what
You did, are there those who take care of
You or are you all on your own and why,
Why are you left here, a lone island to
Find, needing a safe harbor amidst the
Storm and pain, we don't know and it
Truly doesn't matter, we just join hands