What's now at stake is more than peace
But the clarity of youth in all the world's children.
And running bitter and dry
Is this land of milk and honey,
Where all things just float into
An awkward sunset pulled by the gravity
Of a land where dreams don't have to be fulfilled
And visions of beauty are often dimmed
By the realism of a day's passing,
A place where love does not always conquer.
A far off flat line is all that is left
Of a dead sun that once ached and suffered
Screaming in colors across the sky.
And, as the long day's journey
Into night nears its end
And all the world's children
Are tucked neatly in their dens,
It seems that no one is left
To hold up a dream that died,
clutching itself.
But the memory of childhood dreams,
The last living bastions of beauty,
Alive with curious love,
Will surely live forever,
Taking flight from tiny hearts,
Fluttering high to where
The world lapps against
The shores of time
And become an orb,
making all the world's children not forget.
We cannot forget
That somewhere, far
Beyond the galloping
Bounds of Time's
Dominion lies
This invisible yet
Monolithic soul
Who's gravity will
One fine day
Pull us home
©JWJ2022
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The Perpetual Array
PoetryIt's just some poems I wrote to help me make sense out of what, at times, feels senseless. They don't all rhyme but there was a reason for every one of them. I hope at least someone can make some sense out of this humble collection, which will und...
