the silence
sound
the blank the empty
fallen
brace of night and dark
design replete with
thoughts
of
all the all
in any future
days
driven
driving
smartly alive
for every part that asks you to be yourself
answer
what else would self be?
blankets of breathability
the smooth aspect of no-despair
where stones would love you more
to fill with angst
cruel worry binds the spoken brow …
i sigh a smile deeply into darkness
content
the world not what i dreamed
but slowly getting there
one hope at a time
one heart in front of another
drifting to horizons
to reality in movement
in journey
in the quiet obligatory resettlement
of everything precious
there is no end to what you can see
factored and mirrored
eyes toast the meaning of joy
quiet
the dark surrounds
and i wish you so much
so much in peace
there are no words for how it will all be OK
This is such a hopeful (full of hope) poem that I come away from it truely uplifted.
And I love the lines –
“but slowly getting there
one hope at a time”
Beautiful
David
thanks, David …. so glad you liked. easiest way to see that light at the end of the tunnel, is to look :)
E.
A Beauty of a Piece, Needed that This Morning…..
keep doing best … little things make the difference