If the heart and the mind Were in a conjoined state, Substance's core Would radiantly wait And propel forward As a furnace and hearth, Time in motion Sustaining the earth Giving life breathe, Pushing winds and seas, Fish begin to crawl Then soar above the trees But what is at core To the world we are in? Is it nature or society? Or the relevance of kin? Things we might cherish Or revel on their own From an unknown pending Do we wait to be shown? A clue if you take What then do you make? A promise is happening As if lead by fate Brightly awaken To the grim suspense Haunted doorways Engrossing silence Was that a bang? A whimper? Caught off guard How can it be bleak Seeing so many stars Cold counting clock We revel in soul Around a current The fusion has stole Creeping by It takes you away Life is pure theft Until you break the day
A collection by Patrick Smith