There was that day, that hour,
You can still recall it,
When all of life's possibilities
Washed over you like breeze on bare skin,
And you felt more alive than
You had ever felt, or thought you could feel;
And you knew, suddenly, exactly what 'joy' is,
A word you'd only heard in songs before,
And never experienced, at least, not really.
But that brief time, momentous as it was,
Seems impossible to convey to others
As any description of it seems
Trivial, empty, and meaningless.
There was a blue sky, and
Wind blowing the tree branches, and
A bright autumn sun...
But what makes anything meaningful
Is not the thing, itself;
It is our interaction with it,
How it changes us, and
How sometimes change is unspeakably
Wonderful.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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