Don't Jump to Conclusions

the first glance is never enough  

what you saw may be smoke only  

the fire could be somewhere else  

or nowhere at all to begin with  

what if the man running fast simply  

carries a kindness inside his hands  

not a secret he is trying to bury  

the world moves in quiet riddles  

i have learned that the eyes react  

instinct faster than the heart thinks  

but patience is the purest form of  

giving moments a chance to bloom  

truth walks into the light slowly so  

wait before you declare it is gone  

what you think could harm might  

only be shadows playing at dusk