something inside of us
cries out
it grasps
for that golden moment
in all of eternity
when we feel loved
it reaches out
for love
it hopes
for love
all we can do
all we can be
all we long and live for
is
to be
loved
reach out
i am here
reach out
i will hold you
reach out
and see
that
you
are
loved
.
a fleeting moment
will be described in this way:
i was born
i was alive
i lived this life
a fleeting moment
will be the totality of existence
it will be
your hopes
your dreams
your tears
your pain
your joy
your solitary moments
spent reflecting on all that your life has been
a moment in time
is all that you are
memory
is all that you carry with you
how deep
are these pains
how serene
is this second in time
YOU
are but
that fleeting moment
that fleeting thought
YOU
are a second
in time
.
his sentence for poor behavior
was a life of madness
a constant state of chaos
a wall of insanity
as a prisoner
he could do nothing
except rattle the chains
strain at the bars
and fall back
in silent tears
it was incarceration
of the self imposed
it was one regret after another
like bricks in the penitentiary walls
the mortar of which
seemed like sadness
a tall imposing obstacle
to happiness
all his life
every day of his existence
how
could he
surive ?
s a t e l l i t e s e r e n a d e
.
i
am still here
high above your head
i
am still
watching over you
it
is my wish
it
is my hope
you
are the reason
i
will always
forever
breathe
like the beating of my heart
.
There were about what seemed one hundred steps up to the top of the water slide that hot summer day, one after the other, wet from the feet and bodies that had ascended before. In front of him was the child of his heart, his son, excited and oh so small (all of four) climbing the cement steps behind his grandfather. Here they were, the three of them, a black man in his late sixties, a child of mixed race, and the younger white man following. Grandfather, grandson and son-in-law. At the top, the boy prepared to launch himself over the edge, down the stream of water to the pool below, behind his grandfather, before his father. Who could have guessed that at the bottom of the slide, once they all reached the pool, that from that moment onward their worlds would change forever. One would die. One would break and cry. One would remember that day with the greatest fondness, wondering why time is such an elusive thing, why time can be so cruel..
who ran you up this staircase startling blue day
who made you tie up this single moment in the morning
who was it that opened your eyes to the beginning and the end
who could it be playing this distracting tune inside your head
it was i
it was i
