Sons of Light and Darkness

Shadows surround her face as she lies next to me.
Tears fall unnoticed on the pillow as I keep her gaze.
She cries for things known, loved, and lost.
I lie through my teeth and promise we will never die.
But her silent tears fall despite herself.
Worlds build, expand, and explode but our love endures.

Explode

Footworn and weary souls
Coasting through tunnels of trees
Towards distant horizon lines
Floating in boxes of tin and dreams

Under us, the river of relativity
Above us, sky and impossible heights
Destinations known and unknown
The past forgotten and forlorn

We live and die and burn away
Burn bright, extinguish, but never flicker
Become supernova, explode the stars
Consume life in the backdraft

The Golden Hour

As I stare out over the town of sleeping people, I know what is truly meant by the coming of the morning sun. The men, women, and children are asleep and at peace for now. But what chance is there for peace in the minds of men throughout our daily lives? When the golden hour comes they will awaken and be born again into a world that they are all part of but many will never know. They will rush off to jobs and school, worry about bills and saving for a vacation down the line, and some may even fall in love. The dreams of their sleep will be forgotten and they will plan for their futures. But how many will stop to think about their day? How many will not figuratively, but literally stop to smell the flowers that they will rush past? To appreciate the gifts of life and love that are all around us? The way the morning dew refreshes the earth and the sun nourishes us with indifference to our trifles and struggles. Give me liberty, happiness, depression, and anger, but never give me apathy.

The Birth of a Child

Tears running down mothers eyes drip onto her newly born baby boy. It is her hope that one day he will become something the likes of which this new world has never seen. He will be represented by monuments to his greatness and everyone who passes his likeness by long after his death will take a second to remember this man who changed the world. She hopes for love and laughter for her child. She hopes that with her own love she will transform him into the type of man who brings his love of things and people with him. He will stand as a beacon for those lost tormented souls who walk blindly by day by day not appreciating the vast beauty of the world. You can see it in this mothers eyes, she doesn't merely wish it to be so. She will take him to the best schools to make his mind sharper than diamond. She will keep him active and make sure that not only is he mentally fit to be the catalyst which will change all men but also that his heart, a faint whisper now, beats to be a roar that will call the world to unite under him. The hospital is humming with activity. The man next to her will need his appendix removed, the doctor said. The woman across from her has lost her leg and is just now beginning to start the necessary recovery process. And somewhere in the ER one floor down a man has just lost his life. But the mother hears nothing going on around her. She is deaf, for a moment, to the world in general. Once she awakens from the visions of grandeur she turns to the doctor and finally responds to his question. “Swain”, she says, “Swain Duffin.”