Back when I wrote 4 page poems…
It was as if looking at the past brought another day.
It brought tomorrow
And it brought the simple words to mind
That this life is a beautiful one.
It lingers in the air for days.
It is unlike any other scent.
You don’t have to stand on the tips of your toes to sniff it
You just breathe it in.
Breathe it in because that’s all you can ever do.
This moment in so many others
This moment compared to the mass moment
Of our lives.
I believe that with each new day comes new inspiration
I can still taste the words…
but it was there all along.
Creeping around my heart like vines.
Contracting it till I couldn’t breathe anymore.
Until all my heart wanted to do
Was keep getting smaller
Keep getting colder
Then suddenly finding the reason to beat again
More lively this time
Beating faster with each moment
Beating faster with each quick breathe I took
It wanted to break lose
Until the vines grew weak
Tore at the seams
And my heart reached out for its pieces
That once layed strewn across the moments
That broke it apart.
It believed again
In the art that expressed itself in words
Flowing in patterns
Flowing from each signal of the brain to the other
Messaging to the fingers
Flowing through the eyes
Peering at the page
That could look at someone
And find something in them
Find her inspiration
And realize that all of this
And all of that
And all of everything in between
Was all put together perfectly
For the sake of the journey
And people and things don’t just happen
Eyes do not just stop for a moment and meet
They glisten in these utterly beautiful moments
Thesw moments of coquetry
And anything you want to call this moment
They make you giggle
Because it seems like for a moment.
The movie was real.
And it was passionate.
And the tears roll down your face
Because you see why the author first wrote the words
You see the vision the director saw
That could make a little girl or little boy dream
It was these very moments
That the image of poetry ran through from
To the skin
Through the fingers
Through the mouth that spoke.
Happily Ever After.
It was moments like these
Where the man or woman
Who was so fazed by worldly struggles…
Life’s hilly valleys
Because the child does not see the small image
They see the largely untouched one
Of a life that can be well lived.
A life pursued to the fullest.
What we push over to the fairytale
Because each of us forgot to believe in ourselves.
Each of us stopped dreaming.
Stopped opening up our hearts to the world right in front of us.
Stopped and just looked.
And observed the quiet beautiful moments.
We were once human.
But we’ve all become the monsters we’ve created.
But each year,
A new innocent face smiles into the eyes of another
And speaks of life.
And happily ever afters.