hope

[just_below]

grey skies once again [inside only; out is blue and wide]
remind me of days of despair and salvation long past
an old familiar tune guides
refreshes innocence
[in a sense]
[nonsense!]
and i wonder about patterns and cycles
these weather-worn spirals we seem to follow
and i think about beginnings
and i think about events
and i wonder if there really is anything like an ending
or if there are only things that happen
and things that dont

lying back
still and breathless
the cool wind softly chilling my face
and i think about true beauty
and and the intensity of night
the ever-present hum of rubber on pavement
and i bow my head to myself
and i tip my hat to my confusion and fear
because we're going to have to have some words
as it is standing in front of the only door i want to walk through
head shaking, arms crossed
and i'm tired of just accepting The Way Things Go

i want to see what lies behind the door
i want to bathe in that light once again
i want to close my eyes and jump
[and then open them as soon as i'm flying]

I want to be one of the things that Happen

~*~~