come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
did you know the life was so fickle,
that it would be a burst of flame,
and blazing trails through atmosphere,
until one early morning under the dawn
like the stoic statue on a mountain
overlooking a bustling city
you stop moving.
only the second before the moment
should you relish the process
and it will all have been worthwhile.
12.2.2022
The reason why there are whispers of rumors
that the flight towards the eternal light solely burning in the dark sky
is said to be as hard as hitting a lightening bolt is because of the distance.
the eternal distance that desiccates the life out of oneself.
But once you take a step off the cliff
and start to beat your way against the wind
you realized it’s actually not too far
but it’s the distractions:
the wind that blows gently
soothing your heart beckoning back to your warm cocoon
wrapped in the sweet scent of nascent spring
ripe with honey and playful rainfalls
once you take your eyes off the scorching ball of fire
the world slips away into a dark syncope
there’s only one way.
that’s why it’s hard.
5.18.2021
Even in the coldest darkness,
The fire won’t desiccate.
Trailblazing time and space,
Engraves hope in others’ hearts.
I dare to hope again.
I’ll carry the mountainous pressure,
Trudge through mud and broken glasses,
I will alight the fire again.
I dare to hope again.
9.29.2019
Ralph with Coffee 