After all this time
Of wanting to reach the skies
Yet not daring to,
A choice will have to be made.
It’s been far too long
And now the sun has already set.
I have to decide what sky I’ll be looking up at tomorrow.
I know that we took the wrong roads,
But come on, hold my hands
and let’s find a place to turn around.
It’s not too late.
Let’s not give up.
Advice is just an opinion with an agenda.
Take a chance on me.
This is my advice to you.
Some strange arrangement
of molecules would make me?
When I am nothing more
than a temporary ripple in time and space
Just flickering impulses that,
allow me to perceive my
Simply a mass of messy wires
swimming in a cocktail of chemicals
that accounts for all I feel?
So I say, can science explain:
The depths of a poets words,
the burning desire for artists to
explode color into stationary life,
or the soulful dance of a melody merging
with ones very being?
Yes, well then
What of the hidden glimmer of life
sparkling in each creation's eyes?
What of the realms of things unseen
and so often only felt
for the faintest moments?
Would recycled carbon on its own,
that has drifted for eons, somehow
rearrange to form life?
Would billions of chaotically
embrace so harmoniously that
the overly comedic conditions for life
would so seamlessly come together
that at this very moment
you and I,
two beings of impossible odds
could have our paths combine
that I could write these words
that they could wander there way to you
Are you out there waiting
Waiting for the one chance
The one and only chance to see
To see the most stunning sensation
To see the rising of a fresh new day
A new day filled with fascinating new experiences
Experiences so unique and seldom beheld
Wait, there it is...
Brian Hill - 2019 # 237
Wait and see it for yourself...
With summer past in yearning,
as if silent and gently learning,
this winter came in stinging,
as if wild with plenty falling ...
falling at my flailing door!
With winter set in burning,
as if fired and slowly growing,
this autumn went out flying,
as if filed and wonders calling ...
calling at my swaying door ...
Quoth the weather “flow”,
flow? where shall I go?
Go where pastures await anew?
what will be there to view?
Quoth the weather “fly”,
fly? where will I land?
Fly to dreams where she awaits?
what will be there but fate?
... ... ... ...
With winter past in glowing,
as if mild with aching growing,
the summer will come out crying ...
as if beaten with voices shouting ...
shouting at my closing door!
We’ve all had the chance to chase love ...
The sound of our feet moving on the dance floor.
Me sitting on the concrete outside the vintage store.
Is it selfish to ask for something more?
Or am I just scared that I’m not what you are looking for?
The racing of my heart as I work up the nerves.
Trying to resist what I want to preserve.
I’m sorry it took the moon thirty six cycles for me to come to my senses.
No- not senses, for me to make up my **** mind.
This is simply hard to find.
I guess I was more ready than I realized.
Staring at the end of the beginning
Doubtful of all the raindrops in her life
There's a flower who can't stop pinning
Her dried leaves on the powerful sun
Her roots are searching in the dark
Her leaves are questioning the wind
And yet she finds the giving spark
On her petals, by the sun, kissed.
Could you love a stranger after five seconds?
Five minutes, or five years?
A breathless moment;
We shared our galaxies as our eyes met.
Warm smile turned curious grin—
And I knew our thoughts were the same.
Our first union recalled in different glimpses of time.
And this night when the stars unravel our secrets—
Just love in this moment.