The Kiss
It has been with me my whole long life,
Wafted on the gentle breezes of the wind,
It's followed me;
Down the ragged pathways of my mind.
It was in the rain that washed the parched places in my heart,
And I found it yet again strewn all about;
In the forest of my dreams.
As I held a lonely vigil in the night.
It surrounds me and I reach to touch it;
But it flits away on vibrant, butterfly wings.
I cannot quite catch it, but it is there.
Circling always lightly round my head.
I see it looking back at me behind a smoky glass,
I press my hands hard against the pane.
But the shadow is all that I can see,
And the weakest flicker of a flame.
There is wisdom to be found among the stars.
Secrets hidden in the chambers of our minds.
We do not know, and yet we can't forget;
What we are we do not understand.
We are more than what we think or know.
And what we know our minds cannot express.
Yet through all our labor and our tears,
We hold the knowledge that we are more than this.
Poor human, tired, confused and weak.
Stumbling onward in a marathon of pain,
Cattle led to slaughter and alone,
Fodder for some Demon war machine.
What is it that we are?
What is this knowledge hidden in our hearts?
Whispered by the sirens in the storm,
Is it some charade or cruel Joke?
Yet somehow, we still believe,
For it is hidden deep within our souls,
We cannot know and yet we can't forget;
That we were made for so much more than this.
Earth Creatures, born from muck and mire.
Dare we lift our heads and view the stars?
For our hearts know it is our right to dream.
For once we were kissed by God.
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2020
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