I’m
up for down. There’s something to it; a taste of divinity.
Here
we live, to find self; it’s so elusive; and still we grow.
We
probe a mystery, for featured facts, we can’t explain.
I
saw you, at unawares, where it spoke. It’s more to feel, a
touch
of energy, to nurture roots. I’m torn for gray, searching
a
world of colors, peering into shadows. Cultures are filled with
history,
storming through—at ninety miles per hour. We flew—
at
unawares, totting something gray. I love it core to see, a
product
of a wild life, to love a culture. There you stood,
breathing
life, where waters trickled an hour ago. I thought of
you,
never to speak, for its gray; and here we are, a field of grains,
even
sickles to souls. I drift slightly, to shift an ache, where tides
flood
a shore. Something’s vacant, aloof—for one sight, needling
a
mind. I whisper it softly, “Something’s gray,” a heart filled
with
songs. We’re landmarks, strutting strengths, flung into a
future.
More as strangers, living trials, searching—screaming
mirrors.
Hearts are ‘motions, fraught with reason, pierced
with
spears; but ever for light, through dusky paths, pouring soul.
