Neverending Thoughts
Posted on 10. Dec, 2007 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two
Warm, whimsical words of caring
often without my conscious decision.
Written in my dreams as if I had awoke,
yet always obscured by the fog of emotional rhetoric.
So I write the harsh letters onto paper,
forming words of both compassion and ignorance.
I find myself wondering if my soul was once dropped,
and the thousands of voices glimmered like mirrors.
“Oh yes” I think.
Perhaps a moment of indiscretion shattered my memory,
leaving it reflection upon itself, pondering again and again.
Worry, love, despair, hope, hate, care,
Every thought of myself having two sides of reality.
Desperation I would think.
To be the traveler who came to the fork in the road,
with no companion, save them self, to make a decision,
of left or right, order and chaos.
“Choose wisely” I pray.
I try for a moment to stop,
to keep still for a moment long enough to recollect where I am going.
Years pass, tender seconds create months of longing,
my mind kept in the oblivion of whirling serendipity.
Yet I find myself alone.
On a path to where I am not sure.
A cobbled route of perfect occurrence,
defining each step I take with unwritten words.
“Yet I care” I cannot forget.
I dare not let my memory falter,
should I remember that scent, that sound,
the amazing way everything felt oh so right.
I cannot fail to lose everything else, before I am found.
I will not find passion,
in the dark corners of lavish disregard,
but I will find it, if only I can dream as if…
I am awake.