Tuesday, November 4, 2014


we might yet show them all;

those who doubt true belief
who break when they land,
those who don't hold hands,
who don't climb trees.

we might yet stand on a corner embracing 
like two teenagers.

like lovers outside of time
stones shaped by the waterfall
or the wind in your hair
like better weather.

we might yet pick up the flame
move it further than anyone believed
and the sound that makes sounds like a voice
but manifests as a beam of light
we haven't failed, the sound says
we've only nearly started.