hope.

I'm doing an art-poem collab with my well versed friend...here goes the first run...
Writing it down always makes things real... my scribbles to come...

Draft



HOPE

eyes open to the drops of first light
rain red on the window in the confusion of the morning
the past is too close and the future is far
living in the moments and in the spaces in between

snap back to now and think again about then...
the sweet limbo of waking sleep carries drifting thoughts aloft
i had it all, but nothing at all
too young to know that i didnt, too old because i did

lived life in the helplessness of perspective
waking life bares stark witness of the comfort of moments past
saw all sides and made them my own
idealized identity to soften and steel

given up, given in, living as a chameleon
consciousness grips, grasps and regains control
forgotten about the gift i'd been given
the power we all share to give meaning to reason

a thought, so fragile as to fear its own existence
movement unnoticed until it had taken hold
the undeniable truth now safe in heart and mind
free from fear of lives past, the real journey can now begin

the destination is not important, only the question
no matter how lost the body, mind and heart can always get me home
new knowledge sits close to the core
there is only one life and only one meaning

to admit life exists to dare and dream
to believe in the power of every moment
to live on in the beauty of ideas
to be a new hope.