Worthiness of life
the gentle touch of a infants reach
that yearn to be held, their eyes,
oh their eyes search for a sign
unspoken reassurance that
life will be a splendid.
Oh rivers flowing with glimmering moments
swimming quickly but worth waiting for,
hours, days, decades...just to catch
these glimpses of heaven.
The size of each catch doesn't matter
for the smallest moment can be true
The feel of warm water running down
whole body gasp after a blizzard has passed.
The touch of arms squeezing the very air
that you breathe, and filling your lungs with
an inexhaustible love.
Any such moment would be worthy
to sit at the dock, for a lifetime
waiting, sitting, patiently anticipating
for a meaning to swim by.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 3:16 AM UTC
Worthiness of life
the gentle touch of a infants reach
that yearn to be held, their eyes,
oh their eyes search for a sign
unspoken reassurance that
life will be a splendid.
Oh rivers flowing with glimmering moments
swimming quickly but worth waiting for,
hours, days, decades...just to catch
these glimpses of heaven.
The size of each catch doesn't matter
for the smallest moment can be true
The feel of warm water running down
whole body gasp after a blizzard has passed.
The touch of arms squeezing the very air
that you breathe, and filling your lungs with
an inexhaustible love.
Any such moment would be worthy
to sit at the dock, for a lifetime
waiting, sitting, patiently anticipating
for a meaning to swim by.
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