wisdoms?

Warmth and words do not create wisdom
Patterns of ink remaining vaguely unheard
Where echoing sounds indistinctly come
Where dust and ashes are constantly stirred
Provoke thoughts floundering in unshared memory
And the leaves are gone from the tree
And the calmness of mist spreads across the sighing sea
And I continue my search for something hidden from me

lush life