Are the stars still there?
Do they still call out to me?
Is the ocean still a place
I could lose myself
and drown
in mystery?
The world seems to change
and I would have to agree;
we change with it,
eventually.
Always some small,
childish part
that won’t accept
that there’s no secrets
in the dark.
We know the world
is deeper than just what we see.
More than hope,
more than a memory.
Not just a ripple in a pond
amongst the rain,
but the sea,
the mountains
and the plains,
all the way
to outer space.
I think it calls us,
the universe,
the larger part.
Unspoken and unseen,
it desires us,
and asks us to be
who we are.
Out potential matched,
only in symmetry
with the ocean,
and the sky.
Reflections of destiny.
From this place,
I can only imagine
stars and waves,
but there will come a day,
when we escape,
into the far away.
Just hold on.
Don’t lose hope.
If you listen,
you can hear it calling;
calling you home.
HG – 2020
