The Guides
hanging on invisible threads, silver orbs, mini spheres
occupy a place, in that great space, of starkness,
that can freeze hearts and the souls of man - his peers.
Yet this silver orb, it’s companion spheres, guide
man’s romantic heart, his spirit on a long ride,
across the land of love, the lands of this planet,
the oceans deep, as he wonders, hoping to get
to that place – to know which is the right way to go,
what life is all about and what it is to show,
all of man kind, how to find, the adventurer in
himself, to forego what has been many a mans sin.
The lethargic, lifeless, languishing, sleeping man,
who sits on his ass, life passing him by
quicker than he can blink an eye,
doing positively nothing he can
to light the fires, lift spirits, sing – the flames to fan
into a blazing inferno, souls delight, lighting the skies
that might fill man’s heart, spirit, soul and his eyes
so that, upon this earth, man kind no longer cries
for all he feels, he has left behind – believes dies.
All Life, is a positive force !
Sometimes taking a negative coarse !
April 10th 2009
I thought you would have a tough time with the sentence I wrote you, " How far and cold the moon and stars but in the ebony darkness they show the wandering man a place to go " but you came through like a champion your the guides is extremly well done It seems that the words you write just roll from your mind to paper, good one WJA2
ReplyDeleteyour old friend Louis Bodnar