And we keep running,
And we keep running,
Far into time unknown,
Far into the reaches of its arms.
Our minds can hear,
Our spirits talk,
We the soul believe:
"When you live for someone, you're prepared to die"
That is our goal.
And far away tucked in the autumn glow
She breathes,
And far away tucked into the arms of snow,
She breathes,
And tucked far away into the embrace of hearts known,
She breathes,
And she too breathes again.
Just as the wind blows,
She sways too,
In a way familiar, but new.
She breathes, learning to love again.
And maybe just as the world grows,
She will succeed.
She, between the seasons, finds a new home,
In you.
We All breathe for another years life worth living,
Surviving another year, not turned to the dust.
She, within the season, breathes again,
With you, because I can't breathe without someone to surround myself in.
I am the breathe in the lungs of those surrounding theirselves with me in mind.
I survive, I remain, waiting,
and still surviving,
She breathes.
These are our dualities of truths tucked away.
Hidden from time in minds caring, unknowing,
yet somehow still striving to be more than all we do.
Alone, we breathe,
In you.
YOU ARE READING
2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoetryThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
