Be That Bold

As we awaken to our tomorrows
From yesterday's perpetual sleep,
Life slowly becomes an enormous truth.
Alive in the same spirit with the echoes of youth.

It's not easy wading through this noisy sea;
being swept away and brought forth.
We keep our eyes wide open like the ever shifting sky.

It is our job to comfort others
as we search aboard this earthly shipwreck;
As we try to produce a shine
amidst the mutters
to what REALLY exists.

Our friends may be trapped,
but we are singing to them
in our dreams.

What we have built
can not save us, yet
what we create in our minds out of compassion
to those we haven't met
is the key to all truths.

It's time to practice
'Cause it's time to see
Freedom for the soul,
for the universal we.

Pass this on, to young and old
and give it right in this life.
Be that bold.

© 30 Sept 2008 Sonja J. Johnston

Assessment

I feel like words inside a book looking out of the eyes of the reader.
As the story develops, images unfold under red dark room lights.
We speak of our own destinies unknowingly.

The after-fire leaves smoke in our hair.
Ink flows out and is captured in a moment.
A glance in another.

Where is this place I keep dreaming?
Whose shoes are on the door?
Why is it here I keep returning?

How did we ever give up our souls at dawn
For the sake of meeting again?

Answered and unanswered through this life determined.
A moment here and there...


© Sonja J Phinney 17-Oct-2006