Living On Someday
If raindrops rise in leu of fall
would you seek the meaning overall?
Would spectacles endow with a clarity of fog
would you follow tangled lines of a rearward call?
Inevitable advance to stepping backwards
and dreams which mock to be their master
like a fugitive refusing to be captured
so elusive is a grapple for the stars
be warned, from such affrighted height
timeless seems the stretch of the fall
An orbit all it's own surrounds me
weightless I am tossed by its force
as if compelled to repel my pleas
but it is I who have chosen the course
Roxane I am...
so moved by eloquence
even drawn in though querulous
A romantic poignant marathon
divided desires and more the sentiments
even Cyrano discerned this unworthy echelon
The raindrops rise
weary of myself and unquiet in the asking
where I am or outght to be
an upended life held out for the grasping
unyielding as death to sympathy
A cry like thine in my own heart I hear
'Twas not his nose but courage he suffered
wanting not to wound the mantel of the muse
Tis the story of the broken, of certainty asunder
how contorted truths squelch
that which once empowered to move
I too, a Cyrano
In faith bent underfoot
even imperfection can still bounteous be
when we make not trite what love overlooks
The profundity of a storybook
Is the one who's end is left unwritten
a someday never forsook
True in turn we want of all...
The sky above, a level ground
in living passion have no fear
every tear tuned up side down
One blink!
to set right
the umbrella over life
Not half in one, and half of another
a half bred mutt like a perfect shame
I long for a world where raindrops fall D
O
W
N again
Trembling, helpless... to walk away
for all the distance we've already paved
securely anchored in a world faraway
derived in hopes of "THE SOMEDAY"
Allowed to rise you drops of rain
until the glint of sun be plain
Still, from then unto this day
will love the man for which I prayed
though the sorrow of its corse
be unexplained even overstayed
The stars a worthy reach!
Bounded by themselves, and unobservant
In what state God’s other works may be
‘Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he
who finds his purpose in life
loses his misery.’
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