A Cry of Love…
To the most high Is heard
We are the clockwork
Of wondrous dreams
Despite our insistence
On straying from our course
Perhaps more so because of it…
We are helpless to resist the drift…
Forward/Towards
Or Backward/Reverse
Or Sideways/Around
In perpetual orbit of…
twilight dimensions
Written into our ad lib/script…
Be this our manifest destiny of
Heaven/Hell
It’s in our genes…
Falling in and out of phase
Timeless beings…
Caught in this state
Of ever changing reality…
Like flurries of raindrops
To kiss and tell each momentary
Nuance in this array of circumstance
Each one a prayer…
With some degree of opportunity
A chance To carry the spark…
To ride the wave
This very moment of
A cry to love…
As each particle continues
In the dance of life…
Discrete
As snowflakes…
Each one similarly different…
From the rest…
Each one…
A symbol of the awe
We are as a collective being
Man/Woman seek to be blessed
With the gift of Togetherness
Having pure thought
balancing equations
With every heartbeat…
In our song to eternity…
Creating space to breathe…
Building momentum
as we invoke the need
Bringing rhythm
planting the seed…
C2

