I swear I just heard the trees breathe, a deep contented sigh. Harmonious to the one echoed in my soul.
Breathe in, Sway out. Breathe in, Sway out. Let the breeze move through your mirrored branches. A movement dedicated to life beyond your center.
A late night observation in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of everything.
False claims and exploding stars.
A thousand years late from where we are. I've been searching for the center of my universe too, And As I get closer, I gravitate towards you.
A human jawbreaker
With a layer for every occasion And a center just for you.
bowls a strike and here Nevada church league the assembled spare when he sparks knolls bound in trees still the sweat in labor froze orange in a nerve center about the south
we held onto dreams
wider than the Milkyway dancing under the pouring rain wishing dandelion buds into a one-way to center stage we stayed up past daybreak conquering our fears shaping them to laughter timeless to the melody of Our wild hearts
area radius locate where i end and you begin protons and neutrons inside this atomic nucleus our energy levels hover in the clouds how can't we fall for the rotation of this sphere this densely structured wonder of our assembled love
Do we really know, when love was born Where and why it happened and how it took form From the start of it all, from the time it occurred What was this new feeling, what is this new word I believe it occurred, to be felt in your heart From the center of your essence to the tips of all parts Were the feelings just there, were they always that good Was the meaning really known, was it truly understood Sometimes you would be glowing, other times you might sting It's perplexing to know, what this word can actually bring I know love has meanings, how many, is not exact It will change your life forever, I know that's a fact... Brian Hill - 2019 # 322
Does anyone really know?
The world goes round.
So why do we go straight? A set path we have paved, Through the blood of Earth. This is the way of the world. The way of the world is us. Drowning our guilt, In the Earth's innocence. One's an accident. Twice, a coincident. Three's a pattern. Four's just pushing it. Soon we'll be lying on our backs, Eyes half-closed, minds so cold, In the shallows of what we have broken, In the pain of what we leave behind. We are in the center The center will hold But our center has already fallen It cannot hold any longer.
William Yeats - The Second Coming
We used to invite you,
Come September, Come. But now we wait for you to end, As the wounds you gave still bleed. What we lost in your days is life, More than life, we lost our love. We remember New York, We remember Munich. So please hear our plea, End September, End.
My HP Poem #1766