Experiment In Hope

This
Feels like ripping at the sky and the futility of it

If
Feels is the most painful road possible and there’s delight in doing it

Then
Feels with sinew, soul and life is all and everything left for us to do

Why I Do

The notion of if I’m alive
I test and poke every day
Here is the truth that I say

The pleasure I give
Through kisses I steal
The footprints I leave
While helping hearts heal

The breath of a loved one
Warm-cold on my back
The hug with a dear friend
That cuts bright through the black

The fondness on faces
As they think of me
The writings I scribble
Of all I need see

The softness I send
For years without end
Is how I prove I’m alive, dear friend

I plan to conduct an experiment
And I hypothesize
That I can conduct The symphony
Of music to the skies

After which, I’ll conduct The lightening
-its electric gaze I’ll hold
Conduct then I will The interview
Of a soul centuries old

The music, The lightening, The interviewee
They function together as one
Can you imagine the final scene
As they masterfully come undone