If I can
I can make it through
The things I can’t make out
A reason for feeling;
Feelings without reason
Subject to rationalization–
But that’s never the solution
Alternative to action.
Away from this “if”.
I can make it through;
These times to test trust true.
An essence amongst else in air around us,
Existing as everlastingly as you and I,
In each aspiration or assonance,
Always is yours affectual;
All you exhale,
Like a knock to time’s good order,
You adorn your ornaments;
Or is it in the spirit of all of holiday
To celebrate that sentiment
Not constrained within the bounds
Of one moment each year?
Adore your adornment,
Let it be for forever,
Ever more than
Passing on by, around again
The spokes of some wheel
We found ourselves upon
Without ever asking to be
Put into the all of it all,
I look toward the center
For what it’s all revolves around,
And see nothing but gravity.
Closing in by seconds:
I want to say something in time.
Something that will express what I need to.
Something that describes all the ways you
Are more than what you credit yourself for.
I’m no different,
But feel like far less;
Waiting out this darkness, waiting for…
Longing for a place to be
Belonging– feeling part of
May each golden memory
Something we cannot fathom.
Something imaginable, but impossible.
Something existing beyond our senses.
Something desisting what seems sensible.
Something describing the nature of all.
Something inscribing that one turned to none.
And from none came one, came two,
Came the myriad of all, and me, and you.