stirrings

stirrings

I unwrap my fingers from the fretting positions they
hold themselves in
I shake my head to remove the
autumn leaves that will fall there soon
and I am thankful for momentary glimpses
into yester minutes and forgone conceptions
hopeful entanglements of not-quite-right.

Other souls echo off the vibrations of different frequencies
almost as if I were them and we were two different souls
in one body.

I live in tomorrow as much as the next guy, but always looking
back and asking how do I get there from here?
Star gazing into my own eyes, questions I fumble to find
answers to before they can ask.

But I know somehow that hard rules and logic are not what I am grasping
at, but
ancient threads hanging from coat tails
that weave themselves through history like a promise
that repromises with every birth.

I want to usher in lights, fragmented into a
fullness that we are waiting on...

Three steps forward into Eternity...