Hour 14

9/2/2023

 

“A Moment’s Hope…”

 

Close your eyes

and listen – just listen,

you CAN hear

a heartbeat

…cry, even your own.

 

Eyes stare from tenement windows,

to the dark – beyond AND within,

and Electronic rooms beckon –

so filled with ether whispers.

 

…Whispers that tease and cajole

spirits lost in a moment’s hope

caught up in empty dreams

living empty promises, alone.

 

Is a world of tears that beckons,

a world of fears surround.

We wish so much for so little

to feel so utterly frail –

when we realize

we don’t even know how to reach,

and clues don’t come cheap.

 

Friends matter – tread lightly

hold hands and breathe.

Question, ’cause trust is earned not given.

Know what you risk before you reach

and listen to your gut.

 

Chris

(C) Chris Twyford 9/2/2023