If I could reach up to the stars
And dip my hands in Milky Ways,
Then maybe I would not feel so lost,
Like changing winds on winter days.
If I could search the underground
And dig up the earth's carved memory,
Then maybe I could understand,
How this grand universe came to be.
If I could hear the old trees speak,
And learn their whispered languages,
Then maybe my many past regrets,
Would not seem like such disadvantages,
But perhaps what I am searching for,
I cannot touch or hear or see,
For all the answers to my questions
Might just lie inside of me.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
