Now is Then's Only Tomorrow.

i'm going to try something new.
at first to explain, i own this one book filled with pages and pages of different poetry.
some of it's really crude, and others really show the personality of the writers.
one poem i really love is written by one Kenneth Patchen: What is the Beautiful?
i'm using it as inspiration for this one.

lashes fluttering open.
pounding ache from the brightness of the sun.
yet the warmth calms.
paces of feet walking down gravel.
a giant mesh of green.

pause.

and begin again.
fingers entwining with another's.
laughter ringing through the halls.
pure and seemingly unreal bliss.
sharing and ignoring bare feet burning from others eyes.

pause.

and begin again.
finding solace in the simplest harmony.
the tides crashing against the earth.
breathing in deep the smell of salt.
watching another day leap with time.

pause.

and begin again.
lashes fluttering closed.
surrounded by heavy hearts and eyes.
one is absent.
will one favor another?
will the world overcome it's spawn?
will the essence of man dry thin?
will one differentiate between light and dark?
will we escape the labyrinth?

pause.

and begin again.
i believe that everyone needs forgiveness.
i believe that nothing precious is worth fighting for.
i believe that it takes time to heal, and within that time, live it to the best.
i believe that the world is corrupt.
that tonight, the sun sets and the stars align.
together we walk.
"i'll follow you into the dark."

pause.

and begin again.

with love and light,
eve morgan