Always reaching
Heaven bound
Leave my feet
Back on the ground
Flights of fancy
In the sky
Hug the Earth
And breathe a sigh
In a tiny dot
Of twinkling light
A hundred billion stars reside
The moon slides by
Smiling at me
Full and proud
Chest puffed out
A tiny ball of dust and rock
One sunny Sunday
Death came to my smithy
In his shroud of black
Trailing a shadow, like blood
Spilt on the butcher’s floor
Your time has come.
Said Death
What say you?
I am not ready, Ancient One.
So say they all.
It’s not always easy
Not like a centreline
On the highway
On which I drive through life
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Except to pass
Breathe
Like coming up for air
In the tumult
Of crashing surf
Before the wave
Takes me under
My spirit
My soul
The eye
Of my
Being
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility
The same is true
When exploring
Philosophy, science
And relationships
The subject
Of any investigation
Is not always as interesting
As the context of its conditions
The light
It hurt too much
I saw too much
I felt too much
Darkness was cool
Darkness was painless
Darkness was sightless
Darkness was easy
He is a shadow
That is his essence
It surprised me
That I admired him
For his perseverance
For his tenacity
For his will to exist
For his endurance
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