The reasons are self-evident,
And multiplied with each passing day.
And days become the subjects of
Dreams parceled out to eternal possibility.
And we go back to see the stuff of them,
And are startled.
But persistence gnaws at the
Gown of the witness who
Braves the fearsome phantasm
Of uncertainty and merges into it,
As the droplet into the depths of a luminous pond.
Tomorrow we will become
As baby eagles verging
On the precipice of hopes.
We will launch into multitudinous corridors
And emerge with shifting traces of glory
And affection on our wings.
Lest we become disoriented,
The illumination of translucent hearts will
Guide us through reasons hitherto unseen
But lived out through purpose,
Reified through reflection,
Embraced by trembling arms that do not seek to know,
But to feel, presently.