The Spectrum's Arc

 

 

 

Deep within the span of time

On the eve of the first atom's birth

Philosophies spun wild like wool across the wire

And, mouths babbled as towers stretched high

And, hearts were strewn throughout

And, minds lost their understanding

 

So, here we now stand

On the verge of collision

Pen in hand

Qualifying our intentions

Picking with precision

Words as if ripened apples

 

And, back-and-forth we roam

As if tethered, like dogs, inches from our food bowls

One, hoping with faith they can be reached

The other, doubting with certainty they ever could be

Found even inches closer

Despite the encouragement of the other

 

So, here we now stand

On the edge of indifference

Intellect in hand

Qualifying the relevance

Of our own arguments

Within a collage of philosophies

 

And, up and down

The weighty words fly

And, round and round

Between the lines

Meaning abounds whether or not having been placed

 

So, teeter-totter stutter, stop

Far across the spectrum's arc

Truth enfolds the longing heart

Therefore, I'll dim a bit

If you'll lighten a little

And, forgiveness will meet us in the middle

And, time, unlike reason, will answer the riddles within our hearts

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sanctus's picture

Well written

Well written

wishful_thinking's picture

Thank you.

Thank you.