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Destination Unknown

by Tom Goss

1.
The canopy squirrels leap and chatter,
the sipping doves disappear in a flurry
of gray and white.

Earth slides through space-time
like a whisper through a sieve.

We dwell underground,
burrowing through violent tunnels
of self-doubt.

Earth slides through space-time
like a whisper through a sieve.

2.
When salvation suddenly serenades us
with the boisterous song of serendipity,
we climb out of the dirt,
we climb out of the dirt.

In the sky our dreams scatter like leaves
in the fluxing sun-stream.

As the glittery metropolis of discovery expands outward,
the sound of lips softly kissing fills the stadium of our hearts
with the unrestrained roar of rejuvenation.

In the sky our dreams scatter like leaves
in the fluxing sun-stream.

3.
Make it beautiful,
make it brutal,
but do make it.

Scrape the stars under your fingernails;
light the sky with your smile.

Make it beautiful,
make it brutal,
but do make it.

(The canopy squirrels leap and chatter,
the sipping doves disappear in a flurry
of gray and white.)

06/28/2012

Author's Note: http://www.bruisedroseblossoms.com/

Posted on 06/28/2012
Copyright © 2021 Tom Goss

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 06/28/12 at 07:01 PM

I feel sorry and at the same time sad for those who have specific and known destination. I've taken each step at a time sometmes forward and sometimes not. We do search it seems for answers and unfortunately are unprepared for what we find.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 08/09/12 at 08:11 PM

When salvation suddenly serenades us with the boisterous song of serendipity, we climb out of the dirt, we climb out of the dirt. In the sky our dreams scatter like leaves in the fluxing sun-stream.

I dig this so hard.

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