believe

and what is one without,
the simplest of how it comes about,
the constant entity of something
that many fail to believe
like the wind through the trees
is everything i thought it to be.
exception of fear
in which holds back the truth
and betrays the destiny
of the becoming
how little do we understand,
or i for that matter
of the error in our ways
conversely,
are we flawed in such dark thought?
gates of caution repressing the flood
would love not be love without blood?
how exactly do we speculate
facing the challenge every day
while some are broken and some are meek
for it's enternally common the solace we seek
so the long while is, the journey i tread
holding softly onto the words my heart once said
as a mere child unknowingly
staring into the hopeful eyes of glee
and an imending dream of what may very well happen to me.
so...do we believe?
take these truths to our hearts,
while the world simply tears them apart?
it is until one discovers
among the risk of fading fate
for strife in turn will bring wonder,
eternity sings in the earth so under,
to the souls entwined in what's meant to be
only upon such a love are we truly free.


created Tuesday, December 2, 2008