POETICALLY NAKED

life

Life
 
 
White lights stream through the window,
Fingers glide through its light.
Holding on to the things we can not keep.
Troubled thoughts we can not fight.
 
Feelings of things only we can feel
Wishing and dreaming 
Of the day we are healed
Wondering if life is really real
 
Alone we walk in this space
Never seeing our true face
Always alone we will always be
Never truly finding me
 
Reaching out to any foe
Tell me tell me I need to know
Where do all the flowers lie
I need to smell them before I die.
 
We are as we were
Finding light within the stir.
Teaching us what you will
This is life's true deal
 
And as we speak to our self
We pull our problems from the shelf
We let the blood and bandage bleed on through
This is what we always do
 
For in the dawn of our life
We let the space bend from our knife
And as the light seeps on through
We live we live as we always do.
 
 
  by d. J .Rucker
2015