Above Suburbia
Without my shoes,
My aching feet
Feel cold and vulnerable on this suburban street.
Alone, here, now as man does sleep
I stand gazing up at the universe’s deep
Deep language.
A myriad of twinkling, and a wide expanse of thought.
The complexity of cryptic language, so fully meaning wrought
The stars chatter and talk and whisper
And walk amongst themselves I think
And with each quiet wise old blink:
They share a message, a meaning, a purpose, a truth.
Invisible to human eye
Invincible to their corrosive lies
They sit so high above me.
And as I gaze, one star above,
With a hand outstretched toward the wide expanse
One lonely, brilliant star, starts giggling think
And aims a wink
At my confusing puzzle box heart
And a million pieces I stand,
And plead for the light to share with me
What it knows
From sitting so high above these limited concrete rows
Of suburbia,
Lost and Broken,
Begging for just one token,
Of that cosmic wisdom.
And just above me I see
The very star that sat giggling, go soaring over me
It winks and shudders and
Down
Oppurtunity goes.
Never to be seen
And, I am left to only dream
At what the hell it was trying to say.
