
hope is a candelight vigil
of the waking mind,
the battery of existence,
a metaphysical pacemaker.
allow me to show you
how to keep it alive.
/
traverse the deserts,
abandon your footprints,
and your pride,
in aimless coordinates.
for hydration,
scatter empty buckets
for miracles to fill.
trust in the
improbable baptism
of rain.
/
visit graveyards,
alone,
and bring with you
a pair of shears.
snip whatever flora
remains unclaimed,
and place them on
the heart's center of
neglected tombs.
upon departure,
seek a spider's web.
admire the gossamer
woven from patience and air,
stare curiously at the spider
within.
envy its devotion,
mourn its fragility,
and learn from its resilience,
as you sever
the spokes of
its silky wheel
one by one
and watch it begin anew.
/
save yourself a trip
to the mechanic
and study
the anatomy of cars.
push them to the edge,
without fear of stopping.
learn to let go of what keeps you safe.
release the brakes
in your mind
and move in the direction
of your desires.
/
go to an atelier
and take up
painting classes.
harness
your inner
da Vinci.
experiment
with acrylic,
oil,
and watercolor.
find the style
that soothes your soul
and glazes
over the canvas
without the encumbrance of friction.
paint your inner tumult,
the chaos in your mind,
a mirror shattering but still reflecting,
a tornado of unsent letters and photographs,
a beautiful island set ablaze.
be certain to leave an aperture of faith,
paint birds flying in V formation.
/
take your net worth
and exchange it for coins
and flick the various metals
into wishing wells.
/
but if you really want to keep hope alive,
encounter a girl,
immerse yourself in the architecture of her mind,
discern the intricacies of her soul,
love her from her profound interior outward,
memorize the boundaries of her being,
the confines of her skin,
know in your unfathomable depths
that she is the genesis.
then,
grab a front row seat
and watch her live
in another place
and that special
connection
survive
in
intermittent messages
typed with
distant fingers.
About the Creator
Daniel K
I write love poems about the girl who has a hold over my heart and my life in such a way that neither are my own anymore. The girl I would choose over and over and over again. I love her, and that is the beginning and end of everything.


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