Saturday, April 29, 2006

The Rain... Alive.

Where do we go now?
Hazy clouds seem to blur the path, so not even I know.
All that I know is stumbling-slipping-tumbling-sliding
Down towards the ground.
That is our destination, is it not?
Fate leads us, sometimes by the hand or kicked along, to one place.
Just when we feel in control-
We smack into one side of a catastrophe.
And still falling.
Do we stop to ask why?
Nothing comes of speculation,
Because for all the meticulous collection and analyzation,
We always seem to come up-
Dissatisfaction pulsing through aching and, inevitably,
Young minds.
The best choice, seemingly, is to let things be, to simply fall...
But what a wondrous thing...
To fly through the air.
Why should all things be in despair?
Letting the breeze dash you past trees,
To come and rest gently on their leaves,
Until again you are left breathless by another swift gust,
Sweeping by the tallest castles and fountains,
Imaginary princesses and knights and dragons filling your mind,
Passing through dream after dream until you finally see,
This is what everything is about;
This is how it's meant to be.
I am alive.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. -unknown author

1 comment:

BushCheney08 said...

Great poem, and the quote. loved it. made my day.