2/22/22

Forever come true.

A blink of an eye.

Not a moments cue.

A wrinkle in time.

Impossible span.

Supreme and divine.

Grating through our sands

a plan before life.

If luck at the chance

in every make,

a coin and a toss,

at best is its face.

How strangers begin

in brief of a pass.

First lovers then friends,

conflated a cast.

Over and under

Earth's nimblest wind trades,

a peaceful thunder

from heaven escaped.

From nothing did speak

of loss or the lost,

a language of peace

by far greater cause.

To have and to had.

Fulfilled in long fast

and purest of chaste.

This present and past.

Touchless, a pleasure,

come on in a rush.

A perfect header,

forthcoming to lush.

How walls can come down

both stone and ash,

in pure humbling sounds,

transpiring mass.

Life brought into all,

through winters and spring.

The summers mid fall,

back into its leaf.

The deepest of space.

No tempest to pass

nor endless to waste,

intertwining paths.

Of many compared,

so barren and far.

Though nothing as rare

among hidden stars.

A moons brightest hour,

to comfort the night.

A nesting of ours,

prepared in its light.

Like dream into dream,

then waking again.

The breaking of eves,

so subtle a din.

To open your eyes,

a blind faith and hand.

It's billions of cries

that captures our sin.

Momentous a wave,

as glory resounds.

Now, harmony plays,

stillness; at the sound.

Finest of our words,

or tongue in our cheek.

Migrations of herds

and flocks from northeast.

From sense and to sense,

as honored in guest.

So rich and full dense,

a kingly conquest.

While balanced and whole,

found weightless a scale.

Fresh nails in a bowl,

o'er water to tread.

Through fire and rain.

Talking, burning, bush.

A longing in phase,

as gentle afoot.

Faint not comprehend.

Entitled of will.

If soon is consent,

fortuitous grips.

If loyal or trust,

what's more than enough?

Gratuitous bluff,

for reasons to come.

Alight in the dark

like flint and dry wood.

Raw energies spark

from nothing that could.

No lesser our steep

from the lowest mounts,

vast summits do peak

in effortless bounds.

From rivers that run

like a flood from drought.

Oaks couldn't withstand;

swept in murky clouds.

Like oceans and seas,

a salty thin line,

that pressures could breath;

adorning their might.

Practitioners skill.

Creative designs.

An infinite bid

of a boundless mind.

For millions of miles.

No passengers train.

Good company ours,

their and back again.

The essence of time

exempt from reprieve.

Aging wines and brine,

timeless in its reach.

To each our own vice.

As days can play on.

A travelers guide

from dusk til come dawn.

Abridging a cliff,

industrial steels.

Extraneous mix,

of all things too real.

Countless to number,

this infinite youth.

Endowed asunder,

superlative beau.

Mistaken for none.

A wonder and awe,

and vested a ton;

no makeshift in flaw.

Gun past the ready.

Nothing is too soon.

Heavy and steady

as soldiers in route.

Nameless as a face.

Faceless as our names.

Shapeless as a shape,

made into a frame.

Needless of a will,

fates all readymade.

Destiny is sealed,

opened in a gaze.

Essential consumption.

Potential exceeds

our fear and gumption;

in absence of deed.

If means to an end,

what mind to replace

this heart of demands

an arduous fate?

Now is forever.

A moment at last.

Righteous endeavor.

All things come to pass.

In life or in death,

beginning and end,

abundance contest

and even content.

No greater a trend

in diamonds or gold,

that time couldn't spend

is loves perfect soul.