Literature
To Call on a Feeling
Hope and happiness seem to me
like some passing tide, or maybe
they are more like a gentle breeze
on a summer day. It matters
little how I describe this thought
or maybe a feeling I should
say. One moment joy is my life
and the next is of deep sorrow
springing forth, as a tyrant to my
soul and mind. I could say more, yet
why? Those who hear me now can feel
all these words, emotions, and thoughts
themselves. No, instead, I will let
my mind break apart on this cliff.
Where my memories and thoughts could
float out on the air and truly
become more. Eyes of aqua blue
and violet too, look on, up
into a delicate sky new.
Faint wisps of ashen light that arc
in gentle curls, hope comes with tears
that span years. To fade away now
within a daydream of delight
is a strange and odd life. To be
as my heart demands, to smell pine
on the air, to feel the sunlight
on my skin. I do love nature,
happiness always seems to find
me when I can be one with it.
This is where my heart and tears
