Leaving the body
Faster than light
Does a heart leap
Finding another

Only first seen
Into gifted eyes
Sent to the mind
By lightning flash

Spun around
In a whirlwind
A struck spirit
Can only go

So the heart
Begins to burn
Lighting the way
Back where it came

Hoping for care
By one be judged
Not by the body
But by their soul

The moment it happens
Where one stands there still
Their body rigid and exacting
With the world unaware

Inside them a tempest raging
Spun skies split by strikes
Of flashes loudly announcing
Earth breaking under their feet

Neither their mouth or voice
Foretells of a soul screaming
Failing to keep together
A heart from tearing apart

Yet with tears of grief
One can only walk away
So no one would notice
A consuming loss therein

As slow as one could leave
So does the heart tumbles
A downfall far inside them
Forever seems a dark abyss

We wake on our coast
From a comforting sleep
Where we live all alone
Near the waters deep

Just a man on the land
Until out the front door
Each day sail our craft
Launched from our shore

Left our shallows near
Past cottages others built
As we slave for a living
To rid some of our guilt

Sail with the leaving tide
To find earth’s flow
With all those racing
While all whales blow

Only by marked routes
Would we reach our work
For pennies that we earn
In a storm full of murk

The ability to see the world
like someone else
is extraordinarily difficult.

Each person sees the world
uniquely and distinctly.

Pain, joy, love, sadness, remorse are unique
to each of us as snowflakes and raindrops.

Thus, the ability to communicate, understand,
and appreciate another person is to say
the least an overwhelming struggle and undertaking.

Yet, we seem to do so to some degree,
each and every day.

Our very existence as a species is absolutely
and completely dependent on our success
at connecting with each other.

Imagine, with all our concerns, troubles,
and issues, if as a species,
we were just a bit more lazy.

The mad
do not truly exist
in our world.

They live in their own
so their madness
makes sense.

I can confidently say
that I believe
to have been right
many times.

But more importantly,
I have been wrong as much.

I used to worry
and regret those moments.

I now make every effort
to embrace them.

I want to learn
as much as I can
about who I am.

I can only do so
by testing myself,
understanding my attributes and flaws,
then doing better.

It is not
what the world expects,
but the world
does not carry or care
of my burdens or rewards.

I go forth
with in trepidation
and anticipation.

True friends
give nothing more
than all of themselves