My Poem ‘For Real’

Sometimes you do honestly have to pinch yourself;
sometimes you do need to take a photo
to prove what just happened actually happened;
sometimes more happens to you than you can tell;
sometimes you do just have to go with the flow
and throw out any ideas or expectations
that you may have had planned;
sometimes you do have to ride the train to the end of the track;
sometimes you do have to count your blessings;
sometimes you do have to stop worrying about working out the why,
and doing all the maths;
sometimes you do have to feel and act without thinking,
because you have no idea what can come from a seemingly chance meeting.

You can wake up one morning
and find yourself coming face to face with a prince;
you can look up and see the beautiful face of a princess;
you can go somewhere and see something once
and never again will you have seen the same thing twice, or since;
you can be lucky every day to be best friends
with the one person in the entire world who truly understand you,
and you makes you feel whole when the world can feel like it is in a mess.

When you do something and someone likes it;
when you make an effort and someone notices;
when you find someone and you just click;
when you look around you and it feels like someone has given you
a happy life like no other,
and has made real and enhanced all of your secret hopes,
dreams, and wishes, you know that life does not get any better,
you know that the universe really does have a centre,
you know that you are doing all the right things,
you know that energetic and wild feeling of release-
like a solar-flare on the surface of the sun,
or an eruption of intense heat from a hot spring.

The sights you see,
the music you hear,
the touch you feel, are important,
and those same instantaneous memories will become recollections and echoes,
waves and melodies in your daily life,
and they will influence your choices-
the people that you meet,
the things that you find,
the stories that you learn,
are like pieces of a mosaic,
patches of a quilt,
trees of a rain-forest,
lines of a matrix,
distinctive intonations of a chorus of voices.

When something feels right,
you know that you want to hold on to it forever;
when something feels natural,
you never want it to end or be over;
when something feels like nothing else has ever felt,
or could ever feel;
when something feels like it is just too good for words or description,
then you know that things are not just a dream anymore,
they are for real.

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My Poem ‘Still’

At dawn, when the cloud patterns in the sky
are unlike any that you have ever seen,
when the trees against the sky look like stencils on a canvas-
monochrome, like the birds that nest within them-
as seen from a distance, like something out of a silent movie scene.

At daybreak, when sunlight first touches the rooftops of houses
and bounces off windows, when everything looks shiny and new-
like the first time that you ever opened your eyes,
looked up in curiosity, and asked why the sky is blue.

From the moment that we learn to talk
we are all asking important and fundamental questions;
it may not sound or seem so at the time,
but the questions that we begin to ask when we are a child
we still continue to ask as an adult-
though they may see some reinvention.

From the moment that we wake-up in the morning,
we crave the one thing that we need to open our mind
and complete the circuit that will set us in good-stride
for the horizons of the new day before us;
from the moment that we begin again to reconnect with the world,
we always go to the source that enlightens, entertains, and aligns us,
and to the relationships that we have grown to trust.

As soon as we first venture out into the world,
as soon as we take our first step out of the door
to wherever it is that we are going-
we can already sense something in the air,
we can already feel the changes within us and around us that are undergoing;
as soon as we first hear the voices
and the conversations that are taking place,
between friends and family on phones, silently at fingers touch,
or to people standing or sitting side-by-side-
we are equally intrigued by what everyone has to say;
however, sometimes, we can all feel like satellites
circling other satellites in outer-space.

Even though we all know nothing about everything,
we know what we need to know to keep our world turning,
to keep us going, and to bolster our will-
because, even though all worlds change, don’t stop,
and can seem chaotic and confusing up-close,
when seen high above- like a planet in space-
all things seem logical, peaceful,
all things seem still.