[Poem]Poetic Perspectives, A Silent Interpretation of Life

I'd like to start off by saying that life is sudden and beautiful in all it's grace. Life is as wind, flowing ever so slowly, and out of nowhere, brings a tornado that destroys, or builds everything you see today.


By Matthew N. Graves

Serenity flows from this place,
Called my heart,
Peace and Happiness,
Smiles and Laughter.

The whisper of rain pounds on my head as I turn my face to gaze at the sky,
My soft brown eyes perceive that life is constant,
A constant sigh or smile,
a broken laugh or cry,
What is it to you?

Do you see the glass half empty or half-full?
Perception is key to us.
Humans see things in many ways with eyes full of fear or passion,
Two steps forward or three steps back?
One leap or two bounds?

Spin around ever so slowly Earth,
Let your name be known,
and weave your passionate thread,
Never again will you be unheard,
Unknown in the busy lives of your inhabitants.

Notice the way I fade,
Or glow,
Perception is key.
Take my hand and run with me,
to the Ocean of Life
to the Edge of the World,
or to the end of it all.

Seek the stars and climb to the Moon,
Look back at the World you have come to know,
and consider your future.

What do you see?
The mirror still stands,
showing a picture of you and I,
But where?
Where did you go?
Lost without you I now perceive this world as cold.
Cold and hard without love.

Grasp your dreams my dear,
and never let go.
Don't look back until you've won.
You will succeed.
You can do anything you set your focus on,
and when you do,
You will see just what you miss,
and take it in your hands again.

Swaying as a tree in the smiling wind,
I stand tall,
waiting for you to see someday,
I'm not just a tree,
but a forest.
Not just a forest,
but an ecosystem.
My friends stand with me,
and so do you.
Darling of mine,
Adoration and lost time.

Who will it be now?
Will you seek my branches and smile up at me?
Will you reach the sky and touch the stars?
Will you grasp ahold of a future worthy of your taste?
A never ending story, with you as the author,
Your future holds everything and anything you wish to see,
as long as you try.
A gentle breeze blows through your hair and you know that its time,
Time to stand up, and tell the world who you are.
(To be Continued)