Lucky, Lucky Eyes.

it has to be a strength
of impossible life
to smile in the face
of infinite darkness

an overwhelming dream
finds our minds at the end
of a chain unbroken by death
but should we suffer

to flower, seed and pass

to drag on our ideals
is to steal all passion from
the future - to believe we
have a place that is sacred

is a sour, still reflection
on the water that in time
will always fall - all the better
to see the smoke and believe

it is rising from a fire
that we will never contain
though we all get to touch it
and burn with it a while

enough is enough
that we scourn those
who step up and say
what it is

to believe or not
to believe in faith
that has us flounder
on wild shores

at the edge of infinity
over a bottomless belly
of dreadfull darkness
forever falls away

under our feet
is the freedom to fall now
or fly for a little while
in hope, in wonder

in reality

in our own presence
over eons of evolution
to read of it's ways
and learn of it's messages

to the future, though
our lucky, lucky eyes.

by Gareth Rosser