The eyes are where the journey first begins,
But like frost on windows, vision is clouded.
With one unwavering promise, clearance is given;
This historical ride lurches forward without you.
A child in the middle searches, aches for love,
And longs for a hand that will cradle the heart.
But pain enters; a new tenant hell bent on living.
Staring down the barrel of a gun, love misfires.
A quiet room becomes an invitation to battle.
Soon rage explodes on the face of playgrounds.
Control fights to blossom through unyielding ice.
Love builds a house; surrounds itself with a moat.
Grace exists in a timeless, grand being, yet
Fear ignites the desire to run, so love is lost.
Life is pondered on a mountaintop; below,
Roads look like scattered puzzle pieces.
Awakening, breath floods a living corpse.
Inner electricity draws admiration of fireflies.
Shaking, humble hands assemble a bridge.
Your soul pirouettes in the ballet titled, Life.
Knocking around the barren cavern too long;
Only wishing to touch the tips of endless sky,
And the very bottom of the terrifying ocean,
Trust finally appears and constructs a boat.
The path is calling, listening, waiting.
Open the heart; time has now kissed it.
That one missing piece is before you,
It has forever existed within - Home.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Theme 11: Flicker of Imagination