Piece of some screenplay.
Hoped it was a script, I did.
But no — it’s your life.
Put it all out there
Graffiti the walls of all the world with all the goodness you can possibly stuff into your every carbon footprint
Yes, your every breath
Send it marching onward, channeled outward
With unabashed hope
With unrealistic expectation, yet with none at all
Believe some force shall, some being must
Carry it all straightaway
To the doorstep, that heart of the other
Knock it will, but know
There may be no answer
But the walls, the world, the carbon, that doorstep
That heart
Needed your work nonetheless
So you remain the same
On look out
Why, I?
Wanting her, Liberty
Freedom from all the ways I’ve done her wrong
Or forgiveness
Her eyes, corroded-coppery
Bore one capital “L” unto mine skin
“A Mighty Woman,” I was warned
And so I came, tired
And she welcomed me
And I extinguished her, still
Before begins the countdown
A single opportunity abounds
Surely you see it
Before I seek a new galaxy
The last simulation
The door closing
Before bedtime today
Knock, You
I’ll deny the universe begging
Omnipresent ache
Your absence upon my eyes
My hope you’ll return
Cinderblock
‘neath antique doors
All painted pretty
Chipping away
Year after year
Facing Nor’easters
Hoping against hope
An honest wind
A gentle brush
Come calling home
Could there be more heav’nly sounds
More clear-cut answer to prayer
As these wondrous crickets’ songs
Bless the lonely air
Tear-stained girl, lovesick boy
“Keep the hope,” ’tis said
This night, they’ll keep you company
Their concert voids the dread
This is my why
Forever the reason why
I wanted
I wanted us
Light
Together
Nights together
As Together People do
The hour didn’t matter
Just when midnite rolled around
I could reach and humbly find
My You
Who am I if I
Cannot command the clouds
In this
Her hour of need, and summon from them
A hopeful down pouring
A covenant flood
While she, full of sorrow
Knows, at present, only drought?
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