only one eye knows the difference
but it shuts to see
oculus of moon’s reflections
nights that set it free
only one eye needs to notice
all that dark decrees
assimilated in observing
oracle that heeds
only one eye must to listen
other senses flee
cusping arcs of sight concession
one eye to truly see
dust from a million stars entrap the gaze, transfixed
steadfastly upon one place,
encompassing all planetary observations, revealing some,
filtering through endless darkened night, untold
wonders sought but out of sight,
resolute and confident in power, dynamic space and time
disclose the hour,
collision course for bodies in the heavens, transferential
It’s possibly true there are no answers, just questions that abound.
At least that’s how it seems, sometimes. I’ve questioned then I’ve found
That nothing makes a lot of sense and even when it does
Shit happens for no reason. I wonder then because,
If I can’t make the heads or tails of all that’s going on,
What chance is there I get to sing my own special song?
We all have one, I have no doubt, a song made just for one,
Born with us and grown with us; desperate to be sung.
A harmony, that only we, can hear within our soul,
Hummed in time to all we do, trying to make us whole.
Listen well. I’ll listen too and maybe we will hear
The lyrics and the melody, pitched to make us cheer
At all the ways we can express what lies way deep inside.
Then maybe, we may fine-tune life and sing our song with pride.
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