Make Aim To the Stars
Make aim to the stars
The motion of the tide and the movement therein
Beckons on to me,
Silent as it moves over the oceans width
Gentle as a wind from the sea
Mysterious is the future of our lives
Only a semblance of what’s to be;
Through the miracle of our own emotion
Or the brilliance of the setting sun;
For in the time it takes to aim at a star
We may only get to the moon
Here is the passion our thoughts beheld
Measured by an existent promise’
For a sound so soft is the prodigy of one’s life
Making faith from our own religion,
Capture the sight in a twilit bright
Twinkling from centuries past
Yet the wisdom we gain from our dark privations
Is held near the infinity of space,
But we reach what’s lit from a billion years
Like the measure a second inspired
Look to the wisdom in the extent of our lives
And relinquish all that remains,
For the strongest belief is held deep in the heart
Like those that shine from a star;
Soft is a light that beams through darkness
Reflecting aged past…
When held secure is the aspect of life
And the realm of its desire,
For in the time it takes to aim at a star
We may only get to the moon
By m. norton
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2021
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