Knowing is Loving; Loving is Knowing

Searing sun burns my breath,

And shimmers down into tired lungs,

 

Life provides such painful observing, such  bitter learning,

Yet, there is only hope that they are all worth the earning,

 

The truth of life is split far and few,

As it hides away in the most foreign of places,

And selfishly keeps secrets in unread pages,

 

But why not live for the chase?

Is there too much fear within the race?

Could it be with fear comes freedom and the freedom to change?

 

Uncannily on cue, here comes the springtime rain,

And It's time to dance, oh you know, it's time to dance,

This is my chance, your chance, our chance,

 

"Oh the absurdity, oh the calamity," the onlookers might say,

 

But when the thunder rolls and they all crawl away,

We can stand strong and yell back in the face of the storm,

 

Our hearts combining as one; we are the present and the future,

 But least we forget the history of the past, may it too, intertwine within us,

We Pulse through the masses, knowing we are free,

Free at last and free for long,

Come and gather; sing this song,

 

Come what may, oh come what may,

We will carry our souls through each and every day,

 

Sitting along the curb of life,

I touch the warm asphalt and instantly know,

That love is the constant,

Unconditional and kind,

 

May it build in our human hearts from the start to the grave.