soul moving through space and time
of this beautiful
disaster called life.
trying to live in her happily
a jamaican born african..
i believe in the sound a lover makes
i believe in the every day
i believe we use to be birds in
i believe we never live as
long as we expect.
that life is too short
for cheap wine.
i have eaten of love
and thought it was happiness.
to summarize oneself .. is to say one is finished
and as such lived long enough..
and we all are not finished and have not lived
we are all for now
works in progress.
being keen to laugh
breath and stop,
and breath again.
making heads and tales of a life lived,
through visions of future poetry.
adding my light to the subtotal of light
in the universe and shining.
longing to make my past future tense..
the expanse of our own imagination
being becoming whole
to the beauty of my own understanding..
be that as it may,
the sun rises and the dawn's darkness reveals the light of day.. and .. it will always be bright shining.