Chasing Pavements

A song of growth as in innate as our human nature


Like rays dancing on pads of green graces...toying with echoes of
silent laughter
Summoning waves of bellowing displace, ebb and flow of enchantment
Punctuated in movement with passion and fear
A sweet composure of growth and experience
Like tufts of dandelion outlining the very traces we fail to recognize
Plucking and strumming the chords of simple things like sunshine upon
our face
Our days are not but full of gray
Recently, I witnessed a double rainbow captured beyond cubicles that
can't replicate the effort of a day
The sounds resonate from the warmth of rounded heels strike porcelain each morning in
the quiet arousal of play
Doors shutter quietly, adding comfort to the rigorous efforts of
vulnerable engagement
A mirror, reflection, things once flawless can appear unkempt.
An anomaly depending on ability to see greater things and gifts of
discontent
Not for successes of the golden laden ladders sought
For instinct hungers the beacon of truth; patterned light
Languid language of fluid ambition
Storms have weathered a shore and this is no exception we will weather
once more
Hope believes for the strong but Faith keeps you were you Belong.