Uncertain Prospects

Is it possible to yearn for love’s scrutiny? Without ever having seen your face Is it possible to long for the presence of beauty? Though never been blessed by its grace Is it possible to see a future so bright? On a path that so infinitely seems Can you picture us naming the stars at night? As we journey on roads paved with dreams Is it unwise to hope I’ll land on a cloud? After hitching a ride on a rainbow Is it senseless to walk on air so proud? Without knowing just where we must go Am I foolish for trying to emulate stones? While skipping ‘cross ponds and lakes Can I think with my heart and ageing bones? While either might buckle or break Will frailty be our guiding companion? If timelines on our faces show Ashes and dust holding hands in union Till the end as we travel and grow