No other light but the glow from within and within that moment only you need see it.
No other moment but the fragmented shard of the stopping of time and time’s present.
No other need but the need of the self and the selfish wonder of the mystery of the night.
Write a letter and then a thought and soon the thought becomes something more…
And more than not and more than now and more than shall ever be.
Be you.
No other light but your own.
No other moment but now.
No other fragment but today.
No other emotion but this perfect thought here.
Perfect thought
Think Your Love
A stream of thought
A stream of what
A stream of ought to do
But in the mirror the shiny truth
beckons something new.
It makes not a difference nor meaning true
The tears will still
Be ever true
And that is the way of tomorrow.
The chill of morning cannot be forgiven
The dewy tendrils of a crisp dawn cannot soon
Be forgotten
For their chill
Is the deepest cut of all.
So at the feet of the gods
Ask for your dreams and ask for the schemes
And ask what is next on the horizon
For the star that falls
May just need you enough
To right herself in the heavens
This is your love
In place.
Think your love
And think it true
And think it always a certain
And this too shall be as permanent
As the skies amidst your heaven.
Unfinished Symphony
The quiet notes of an unfinished symphony are all that we need to write a melody for the song of tomorrow.
The quiet refrain of a chorus of near-muted voices cannot deter the harmony from erupting as a sunrise from behind a craggy mountain top.
But what is your note and what of your rhythm?
And what of your solo and of your solution?
The simple needs of nothing more and rarely less is something that cannot fathom the changing tides of a yesterday that was never dreamt.
And without a dream and without a doubt and without the weather and without the wind and without the nothings of sweetness whispered in the darkness of the mornings; there is no love.
For the quiet notes of an unfinished symphony are all that we need to write a melody for the song of tomorrow.
