The tired soul,
that exerts energy like wildfire,
preempting dark truths of this world,
God questioned of His fairness
The one that lives in assured hope,
Who sees the world's beauty
Beyond its messy evils—
She sings the Father's dreams!
And the moderators—
The ones in the middle—
They can taste the dark and light,
Always chasing infallibility
We need all of these souls,
To unite in their perspectives,
Growing and rising for the other,
To learn to love each other
2.19.20
Note: In this world, we may very well know or run into people with altogether different perspectives - we can find beauty in our differences. For those that don't believe in God or higher power for instance, we can learn how to question things more, and from those that do, we can learn the beauty and value of hope...and to those who are in the middle, we can learn how to be more open minded and levelheaded. Just some thoughts going through my mind... Thank you for taking the time out of your day/evening to read this poem.
Love,
Laura
I lift through the pages of this album
and fly back to the times long gone,
recalling times and hearing echoes
of yesteryears that had faded away.
I see the images of a boyhood friend
foolishly making faces at the camera,
wearing that trademark irritating grin
pasted on his dark, handsome face.
I hear the laughter of that funny man
who could enliven the dreariest day,
whose zest for living knew no equal
that made him such a good company.
A levelheaded man that buddy of mine,
not once I saw him succumb to anger;
his formula I tried so hard to figure out,
maybe his zodiac? but we're both Virgo!
My friend passed on while I was away,
nary a chance to bid him a last goodbye;
it is just as well so I may remember him
only from the pages of this photo album
than look at him, cold and stiff, in a box.