#torches
we are surrounded by cluttered thinking
is it surprising
we need to light the torches of our minds
burn through the misinterpretation
flush out the decoy that has represented itself as truth
find a passage
think facts
rescue our purpose
Brian Hill - 2020 # 62
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 6:52 PM UTC
Desperately
Wishing only to feel I will seek
For the sake of being able to keep
My feelings alive and at peace
Like an undisturbed meadow I sleep
In the presence of shimmering lights
That have risen from flowers to be
Tiny torches which light up the night so that my eyes could see
Be it only the shadowing trees
Or the neighboring meadows at ease
My eyelids will wither and seep
To the base of my hollowing cheeks
In my ears are the rustling leaves
Singing softly of lingering peace
So like the last autumn breeze
Would you blow through my life
Bring me peace
Wake me up to the sound of the trees
Hear the hum of your heart as it beats
In a pattern known only to me
In my mind you were always with me
Standing by hoping that we could be
In the moonlight in which we could see
The bright stars in the sky and the fires of the far galaxies
Dry your eyes on the willows which weep
Hear my voice in the summery breeze
For it’s here you will find every remnant of me
Every word which I wrote on the leaves
And perhaps in due time you will see
Tiny torches afire like me
How they fade and ignite every night
Though my light never burned aimlessly
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC