Explore Tempurature

I stare into space sometimes, Drift off in thoughts about, Unknown wonders beyond our world, We’re still yet to figure out, The distance that’s so broad and vast, It continues on without an end, How antigravity lifts my spirits, I just can’t comprehend, The glistening flakes of star dust, That have watched our planet spin, After billions of years to today, Now make up your skin, How peace both calm and quiet, As the lungs of a black hole, A mystery out of this world, Is known now as your soul, Sometimes I stare into space, Beyond a blood and bone disguise, And there’s no wonder I get lost, With a glance into your eyes, But if you don’t believe me, Of what earths atmosphere can hide, Then close your eyes real tight, And look deep down inside.

Try to boil the ocean, Move mountains with your might, Compare sitting summits, To your standing height, Whistles winds to sway the woods, Into letting old leaves go, Then swing them throughout treetops, Upon the breaths you blow, Race running rivers, As their currents compete, Hear thunder fail to be louder, Than your heart beat, Wake the sun for early mornings, So light may embrace the land, Then pull up the cool tide, To blanket the sand, Walk every path and each trail, Branching off in three ways, Paint bright vibrant blue, Over sky’s dull shades of greys, Try to climb the skyline, Like it’s impossible to fall, For the world will either be ‘too big’- Or you ‘too small’.

Brazenly aboard a lumber, Of salted seaweed smell, Unstable somehow still afloat, You sure sail shipwrecks well! Grey majestic foggy mornings, Mending splits and rips, As an uninvited guest- the ocean, Enters in as floods and drips. Creaks are too familiar now, Almost heard before your step, Coins like shells along the sand, Trickle wishes down to the depth. While hazy fluorescent horizons, Paint vibrance for the beach, Always after its unboundedness, As it remains out of reach. For you crave the waters bluer, The sunrise to glow more bright, And for more stars to pray upon, While to decorate the night. But what if you didn’t chase it, But convinced it to come near? Maybe that’s why it pulls away, Because we’re pushing it from here. You ride upon the wildest waves, Three steps closer one step farther, Then before the breeze believes it, Your hopes meet you at the harbour.