08-11-2013, 11:01 PM
We spoke as if the to point to something.
Some sort of question or what should have
that contains one last word,
listening behind creation.
Mingled with the ages of news,
with these wheeling views,
that last ending a little longer.
As if the earlier entrance of something else,
the answer, the could have, the of course,
strengthens its one last expression.
A goodbye, or a prayer at night,
transcending between the days,
seconds, years, or however long time takes
to make way to whoever waits.
Lay painted by constant eyes
that claims truth rooted lies
from sigh strung trails of design.
We speak because we are wise
and the seconds spent before us,
our very meaning spoken with
the relinquishing hope of making it somewhere.
A new dream, an answer, that maybe.
That maybe we weren't as wise as we thought
but wiser than we were.
That it follows us wherever we may be
and that if we were lost we could always find the other
from before or behind us.
As to say if we prayed just enough,
just enough to pass this test, trial or travail,
we would see that which was always there.
Just that it was in front of us, not necessarily before,
but hidden behind the insides of another
another answer, another somehow, another question,
but better yet another word.
Some sort of question or what should have
that contains one last word,
listening behind creation.
Mingled with the ages of news,
with these wheeling views,
that last ending a little longer.
As if the earlier entrance of something else,
the answer, the could have, the of course,
strengthens its one last expression.
A goodbye, or a prayer at night,
transcending between the days,
seconds, years, or however long time takes
to make way to whoever waits.
Lay painted by constant eyes
that claims truth rooted lies
from sigh strung trails of design.
We speak because we are wise
and the seconds spent before us,
our very meaning spoken with
the relinquishing hope of making it somewhere.
A new dream, an answer, that maybe.
That maybe we weren't as wise as we thought
but wiser than we were.
That it follows us wherever we may be
and that if we were lost we could always find the other
from before or behind us.
As to say if we prayed just enough,
just enough to pass this test, trial or travail,
we would see that which was always there.
Just that it was in front of us, not necessarily before,
but hidden behind the insides of another
another answer, another somehow, another question,
but better yet another word.