I
When I spoke in youth,
freedom in desire and passion,
a yield within seasonal adjustment
kept the mind busy,
fascinated, curious, collective,
safe.
The nature of pain, reflective,
had little circumstance,
beyond the wood,
a trail, an exploration
of childhood memory just begun.
When waft in confusion,
the speed of change,
an embarrassment to the naked eye,
would call rite of passage to some
become a mark of travesty,
an ignorance.
II
Clouds fly by, skies awaken,
a sense of delight in desire, passion
begins some sensory sojourn,
a travel
yet realized only imagine –
fast-forward trivialized
emotions,
broken hearts, desire in splinters,
now piece together
integrity.
Solace is found when
faith allows forgiveness.
If when
that resultant fire explode,
if the arms of nature hold promise,
the incessant need for comfort
be less inclined
to overwhelm the mind.
III
While response to craggy steps
turn to mastery,
while infliction humbles the mind
we did step lightly across
trails of wisdom,
often sent to the ground
soil soaked knees
clamber aside river sweep,
contemplation,
stand again to react
to an ever changing world.
Sleep another day
as the changing world,
a clock where we measure
again
a freedom to live, to thrive
will perhaps be testament
to a journey still in motion,
inspired in love.
IV
We are a passionate soul,
who often in mid-step
wills our direction
to question, to ask, to philosophize
a better travel,
a spirited trek through the dense
forest
is time.
In the Nature of time.
Great visionary poem!
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thank you very much sir!
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