As the very ground beneath your feet slips away
You are left but for a moment suspended in the air,
Caught between terror and elation
The craggy canyons far beneath
The eternal stars far above
Both carved from the very same foundational core.
It is this cross flux of fear and hope
That can freeze the imagination
To forget how free it is
To reinvent the scene
That it had made not more than a moment before.
Both my hope and fear is this…
There are no answers to Life and Death
Death and Life.
Though you must remember
It was the very real tear
You shed for love
That caught my heart
And bound me tight.
And it is I who forgot to mention...
Though I have no answer,
There is always that silly hope
That never dies, that lives to reach for Love
Time and time again.
You told me this yourself.
And I forgot to forget
That it’s nothing more than a dream.
And in this forgettery of forgetfullness
The yarn is spun,
That all is possible
Every bit and piece,
Even dreams of little girls and boys
Of souls that come to play with them
In the gentle dreamy-filled night,
In the light-filled reality of a later day.
You and I live both here and there...
With our Mothers and Fathers,
Sons and Daughters
Sisters and Brothers.
You are all these things to me…
As I to you.
Let us not forget the unforgettable.
It is the Eternity of Mother-Fatherhood that has made
All of this…
You and me…
Me and you…
All so possible.
Copyright 2014. Stuart Diamond