awake

They  take our lives into a whirwind of confusion. and wrong ideals;

moments on a computer screen that is only a continuous echo.

Awaken

before

their words tear 

apart

the passion 

of 

all of our poetry,

our history,

our smiles

when 

we heard the 

wind traverse 

 stormy  grey seas  of midnight  stars,

A  small piece  of what is human  in our compositions

becomes just another advertsement;

a created moving billboard dropped across the landscape.

Borne

of

conversations

and music  that ripples across  a  summer lake in afternoon sunlight,

we  still  can create canvasses

of passion

from

the smile of our souls.

Awaken

before tears become the past of humanity

and we can only  hear our own breath echo into mediocrity.

We close our eyes

and

listen

to the sounds of conversation 

in firelit rooms

around glasses of wine;

wildflower gardens chasing  the lanterns of our hearts into the sky.

We close our eyes

and touch the windows of our soul;

late afternoon sun streaming through starlight;

a contradiction of a pause when we touch the folds of the curtain.

A  small light from an azure sky plays 

with

  the window of our dreams and possibilities;

early morning hugging us

with  sounds and scents of gardens we traverse in our dreams;

pathways we wake up to when the sun kisses the sky.

We are human

We feel the rain in our footfall upon the earth.

We feel the heartbeat of a forest when the wind scatters the pebbles from beneath our thoughts.

We feel the comfort of conversation that eches across the midnight sky.

We feel the comfort of love from the smile of another.

We feel the warmth of a sunset as we embrace the light within us.

We feel the emotion of living.

We are human.

We are alive within the warmth of "being".

We cannot ever let that go into the wildrness of obscurity.

In the end, we love.....a simple thought with so much importance.