I hear you knocking across time
but until the time is right
I can't let you In.
I see you beckoning.
Your words
gesturing to walk in
breaking
the universal skin
like a healing wind
in an air filled with sin.
But the moment isn't here
the words still forming.
The storm hasn't yet reached
so doesn't yet need calming.
You are the warning
and the warming,
A hand holding
out open palm to us.
I'm just your plaything.
You are my puppet master
I'm strung to the threading.
The stings are pulling,
directing the way
this traffic is heading.
Your words sing
as I always knew
they would.
The time is now,
Let's make
some good.
Let's change the world.
Be the spark.
When the sky falls dark
Ignite that fire in your heart.
Light a path of newborn stars.
For the darkness isn't
the only power
in this grand universe.
There is also ours, and together
we can be fireworks.
Thanks for reading
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to check out my new book "Poetic Outlaw"
available from Amazon
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