We were supposed to love
We were supposed to marry
We were supposed to write all that
Through up-side-down eyes
Their learned smiles share this truth
We are all alone
He walks as the beginning of a book
And an epic message that greets -permeating the future
Invisible ink for now
She takes hold of the leather-bound book
And all but the cover is blank -a fine hello, but what next
Picking up pen, exhaling a smile
The unwritten Book
Its dulled dust cover
With pages well-worn
Everyone’s read It
In the questioning eyes and
On the stiff shoulders of
Our names are all written inside
Clear, permanent ink
What you expect of me
What I expect of you and
The consequences for failing
When we see The Sun
And warmly shrug our shoulders
I know I’m in good company
That Book always scared us
So we skipped school
I know we often got busted
But here we all are today
We give credit to the artists,
and we know that’s credit due.
Tho’ what would spark her, catch his eye
if not for the subject, you?
You’re her sun or you’re his sky,
or the trees, the bees, the view.
You’re the contrasts, the forgiveness,
or the love, the hope, what’s true.
Just how often do you wonder
“To myself, ought I be true?
Feel my fun, my fear, my courage,
show my texture, sing the blues?”
Step up then, to a big, bold “Yes!”
Vulnerability’s the key.
Let the artists find your masterpiece
and highlight it for all to see.
Art Credit: “You Rise Above the World” Richard Taylor; Milwaukee River Walk, Milwaukee, WI
Original Thought Credit: “…to thine own self be true.” William Shakespeare, “Hamlet”