The Sentient Quest

"Sentience" - the capacity to feel, perceive, or experience subjectively

Figures across an expanse of snow,
Others, far down and hovering in the deep.
And on they go, Scanning screens for stars.

All hearing the ancient echo,

Perhaps.
All on a quest that
Started with sentience.

Somewhere out there?
Above, beneath 

Or just a just a little further on?
Maybe it's deep inside.
We will seek forever 

If we can

Are we questing for truth 

Or just carrying it?
Outside, inside 

Perhaps hovering deep,
And awaiting the scanning,
Is that really a good cosmic echo?
So we shall quest on,
Perhaps, long passed  our sentience.

Sunshine on a winter's afternoon

Sunshine on a winter's afternoon 

Is always special.

There is a quality to

in its chilliness

Which confuses the senses

And its briefness

Followed by a dark

And frosty evening

Or perhaps mist.

So different and short lived.

Time for tea

It is by the singing of my heart

It is by the singing of my heart that I know you

And that my heart beats to your rhythm now.

That frightens me a little..

I am not used to it,

And the sharing of my bed with all that means

And that it feels as if it was always so

And you know it wasn't

I shouldn't feel used to it.

Your face has been a part of me so long

You were always there with us, caring

Though reluctantly at first.

You didn't make the choice

Nor I.

It was reluctantly at first

And no, I shouldn't feel used to it.