up the down staircase

as quietly I slip
across the vacant floor
I sense there be something
out there
it's calling me for more
more genuity
more peace
more acceptance
which one strives to cultivate
and as you move
silently in space
it creeps most carefully
back to its cave
so you decide
to cast fate to the wind
and those luscious stolen
moments
transform 
to seeds, upon the wind.