I'm not who I am

yesterday or tomorrow.

Ever to become

whom I long to be, to know;

to move in place with Time's hand.

Your real inner self

Cannot be touched from without

Rather, in the dark

Beneath the shallow smoke screen

Buried deep is the treasure

Silence between words

One beat of a hummingbird

Moments 'tween moments

Buried secrets, left unheard

Dark star shining, formless pearl