poetboy123

Incomplete

“Look up,” he said staring head bent 90 degrees

A fierce flame prodded at his eyes, “What do you see?”

The roof was held above me, dull lights glaring down

For some reason at this he began to frown

“And past that, past the ceiling, past what can be seen?”

His eyes widened, and to him the lights must have begun to gleam

“Infinity.”

For a moment, only a moment, I saw the barrier above shrivel and die

With one final yelp it faded and revealed a whole canvas of sky

Where even my brush began to reach, wanting to create

Yearning to live and breathe and sing, needing to grapple with fate

My heart bursting out of my chest, with a need to expand

Through any fear, through any doubt, rush in for once unplanned

To live and dance and sing amongst the stars against the night

Not a dormant meteor, but a streaking comet bleeding light

Until I was shrunk back down to Earth, amongst the broken pencils and inkless pens and torn crumpled paper filled with unfinished thoughts needing to be heard, to breathe, to find a place to belong

I smiled towards him yet not at him, grinning towards the toiled days to come, the thawing of frozen tides and freezing of raging flames, knowing they will be long