Confront Yourself
In the cold,
In the night,
The trees reach for the sky
As if to venture toward the starlight
Sometimes when you have too much to say,
Too much to look upon, everything;
It’s those times the unwelcoming cold beckons
As the grass fades, seasons die and waters ice
A null mind and a dreary heart
A silhouette man in a curious room, pacing
A woman sequestered in fear sets sail
Through the pages of a old novel a boy becomes lost
Cardboard signs of hunger drift slowly through the streets
Overshadowed by smiling faces adorning the billboards above
People strolling by as if to pass over the rabble
A star comes out from us, destined for a long voyage
A reach for the gods we think, salvation in the cosmos
But even the trees have their canopy.
Our blight, however, knows no boundary
Millions of white points overhead
Weaving together the tapestry of the gods
Some alive, some dead
Like the stars that are gone
The light of our lives burns beyond their departure
For eons more, we all burn beyond our plight.
Soon as we reach out beyond the cosmos
We may confront ourselves, again.
-JM
