None-the-Less

Goes on as it is, the  day that creates the heart that moves. One that will surely come to where it should which is the stroke of midnight and the whole cycle starts over. Coming to see the days that went by and the laughter that were still high in air: has it been so long to forget or has the times of hardship change us?

Can the utter coldness of such fierce days: where the heart grows sallow and weak, a seemer of converse may be a light in-counter yet a distance too far to reach by notion.

How has the light shine far off could be glittering to nothingness. Has the unwillingness captured the soul? or has the withdrawal made the heart shake and question?  is it so?

Shall we proceed with the uncertainty, the world of the unknown, and the dark force that encapsulate the marvels of who we search for, can we overcome the fear of simple doubt with questions.

 

 

The Eye of One

Coiffuring is like a seed

Doubting is like a breed

Running is like a creek,

common to one which is where they lead.

In gills of lives in where we bid,

and one of which is a deed,

That shall be forgotten if not reach.

                                   Derick Doors