sometime when all else fails

sometime,

we all have to realize we can no longer run

from the tide that is surrounding our life paths.

sometime

we have to know an earthquake is beneath our very foundations of belief.

sometime

we have to know who we are;

the past in a fast frame reel of  late night conversations over glasses of wine

while

the hearth gathered our thoughts within a midnight  moon of a winter's wind.

sometime 

we have to know that our words mean something;

a conscious collective.

sometime

we have to stop the madness of the whirwind ;

sometime

we have to know as we button our coats for a long winter's dream,

that we must hold on to the world we knew

and fight with our souls the moon slipping through the reel of our own lives;

jazz in motion played upon the keys of a piano within fireflies of snow dancing upon the lights of our dreams;

echoes running up the stairs to who we are.