The sun sets on another day…
Another magnificent sunset, it fills the sky with color and binds my heart to another day. What more can you ask for?
A poem for the day
I find the point inside my mind and with deep throws
I can only show the world a pathway, but not open
they minds to the depth that they could see if only they wanted to
see more than what they think is true.
I find laughter and absurdity everywhere, and it is interesting
where others can only see a little some see more, but
in that, how can they see if they are not willing to look
why is it that the sky is so blue?
I find the eyes of others and see a glimmer of hope
I know that it is there, but so many want to be right that they can’t be wrong
and it is there we find a point, sharper that any sword
where many go, we see only few
With zephyr winds and dragons fin, how can other believe
if they did not see it on CNN or FOX it must not exist
How can the world be more than a sliver of a slice of pie
How can we find the point if we cannot find a clue
Close your eyes with me once you read, see the point
it is not in towers of brick or stone, nor build in electric patterns
lost in the copper and fiber of the world, but instead the point
well, honestly, the point is within you
And knowing that will make a difference.
So as the sun sets on another day, just a poem, don’t read anything into it unless you see more. Find your way, and enjoy every day you have, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and keep finding the point…