The Second

Myself, an outsider I beheld,
Creature comforts and rewards,
flowed easily to my door.
Affinity with people, always a struggle.
My greatest love in life,
that perfect second of bliss,
silence and peace with all you are,
all you will be.

Reviving memories of that second,
Fresh from the womb,
First breathe still a goal,
The Second,
allied with all things,
softly, smiling in the face of God.
In this life, if only that second we feel,
a lifetime it would last,
contentment would reign.

Instead,
it lurks in the memory of our soul,
we become restless,
always need more.
The taste of pure chocolate does not satisfy.
A serene note from the song of a bird is vague.
A smile from a child no longer enchants.
The smell of fresh cut grass annoys us,
forever a reminder of this worlds responsibilities.
Endlessly, we seek to touch the face of God,
when we kiss our lovers lips,
only to find a human there,
Again, disappointment reigns.

we forget,
we seek,
we cry.
To lavish in that second once again,
death seems a joy.

All the while,
it stares us in the face,
flourishing, hidden in our hearts,
our minds render us blind,
not allowing us to see,
...nor believe.........

dlt © Jan. 5 2005