VII – Velocity
I’m strolling past thousands of houses
Our souls’ material and
Mental castles –
Just as selective as the ones
Who are within.
There is no real or imagined reason
For anyone and ever to come in.
Yet gatherings are always kept so sacred,
Especially with those who we a life
Share with.
She trots along the dusty path
And on towards the lake. Fish
Always swim here, instinctively she knows
A mother. To many, just a ginger fox
But to her little, curious, and hungry
Baby children – she is the hero
Their warmth and only hope.
The mother brings them all they need to live
Through winter. And they for her will grow
To someday feed themselves. Not every baby
Will become a mother; but one they’ll need
To even be conceived.
It zooms through thick brown branches
And slightly thinner layers of our skin
It gives us spring.
Sometimes it hides, though never
Disappears. From our view just one
Big bright star. We know about its
Temperature and luminosity, and pressure
But really we haven’t even scratched the surface
Of our beautiful and giving Sun.
From human eyes it’s on and off;
From universal space, it always glows.
It’s giving us our energy and livelihood
Yet with its radiation it can kill.
We mastered light, and heat
Supplementation. We never will be able
To replace
You run just when there is a reason –
Adrenaline, a diet you are on,
Or people pleasing.
You walk so slowly when there is no will
Of being present at your destination
Yet sprint like an Olympic athlete when
Someone is looking for you there,
With omnipresent passion.
You slowly drag yourself
To go and do what’s needed
And jump up on your feet, five in the morning
To fly whichever way you soul is headed.
An intricate motivation unbeknownst to you
Is deep within your soul, which once
Long time ago, has fed it – one
Childhood shiny dream.
VIII – Best wishes, I
Will see you soon,
Granted no one is given
The liberty of vision –
Ignorance is bliss. And still,
The ones we love the most
We gravely miss. Throughout the mist,
A shining white of winter,
Pumpkins on Hallow’s eve. Then morning
Comes, knocking blue waves
Right into rocks
While thoughts
Hammer my head.
Sometimes, one has necessity to understate
But really, there is no reason to deflate
Our goals. As all humble beginnings
With will don’t have an end,
As competence forever is my friend.
And gratitude is cousin. But oh so dear,
My opportunity – my sister. By blood,
Believe, how much is even possible
To leave. Behind my passionate facade,
My ever-burning jive to live
You gave me everything, for which
I love you dearly,
My one and only life.