I hear a voice
A lone voice above the din
Clearly without shouting
It rises with the lightA voice
That speaks of love
For self and brother
Reminders of what is trueThis voice
Cries out for truth
Justice for the blood
Spilt by hand and mightThe voice
No longer just the one
They blend together
A chorus too many knewI hear a voice
The voice of a people
Of their hearts and souls
Out of many, one voice
Peeling away
The finite layers
Built over the years
Seeking, searching
For the core
The original centre
But what happens
If after the layers
There is nothing
Absorbed, or faded
Just gone
Time is a concept;
Measured in seconds,
Minutes, hours, days -
Can seem like forever.
Carved out in stone?
All relative it seems.
A year or a decade
Can pass with a breath.
Right time, wrong time,
In time, or out of it -
We count out our lives
By well rounded intervals.
Then one day we see
That in everything
Perfection can be found
In the timing
Fuzzy…
Eyes struggle open
Swallowing is difficult
Pain thru my head
Feels like a block
Air trickles in
Even slower out
… Sick
Going around in a circle,
A natural directionTaking a step forward?
Or a lack of movement?Is it simply a return
To a place visited before?Perhaps it is new now -
Because of the journey