A common space for harmonic peacemakers
in the depths of cold hard winter
unforgiving frozen ground
yields no growth or expectation
and hopelessness abounds
we may see ourselves as flesh and bone
and living life that's all alone
but here is more to it than loneliness
and thinking thoughts of you and us
for nothing here is as it seems
as this is all a land of dreams
where we cannot think our way to heaven
but we can think ourselves in hell
we must leave the path of thought behind
then seek instead to feel where all is well.
so Now the time comes ripe
with no idea left to form
for boredom is the midwife
of the joy that can be born.
we are infinity caught in a finite ring
a bubble in time that seeks to bring
an outlet to the light within.
sometimes in England we can wait a long time for the bus.. then eventually two come along together. It can be that way with poems.