Sunday, January 1, 2012

the future ...





the future ...


behind the curtains of frost
morning's light crackles through
the black limbs of frozen trees
a shiver traces a distant memory
and wakes me from my dream
to air so still that it pleads for sound
rum pa pum pum

faces familiar
thaw the icy mist of unconsciousness
and with the warmth of love
stronger arms lift me up
sure hands become fingers of feeling
and wake my heart
pa rum pa pum pum

i remember you saying
that the world breaks everyone
and afterward
many are strong at the broken places
and so i stand on one good leg
and march with the many in hobbled footsteps
rum pa pum pum

the road not taken converges
with the road i chose
where i see a final future stretch before me
and crashing through yesterday's stark silence
at last i hear tomorrow's child striking the drum
each reassuring beat on beat calling me forward
pa rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum

Copyright © Kennedy James, 2012. All rights reserved.

Posted by Kennedy James at 4:43 AM

1 comment:

  1. astranavigoJanuary 1, 2012 at 1:18 PM

    Kennedy:

    Tomorrow's child indeed strikes the drum for all of us.

    Here's hoping the road is a good one.

    Cheers!

    -W

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