What is it?

Just a bunch of questions

What is it?

What is it that makes beings want life?

What is it that drives us?

What is it that feeds us?

 

What is it?

What is the gift of the goddess?

The Bringer of Life?

 

Is it love a mother gives her daughter

after she falls and cries?

Is it the smile a girl gives her sweetheart

after bringing her flowers?

Is it the feeling of peace and solitude

when the wolves are alone?

Is it the sight of the colors of sunset

when the artist starts painting?

Is it when one's heart is filled with the light of love

and the darkness of rage?

 

Is it harmony?

Is it balance?

Is it love?

Is it rage?

Is it sorrow?

Is it certain?

Is it uncertain?

 

Is it what is lost and cannot be found

or is it what is known and can be lost?

 

Is it solitude

when you call it misery?

Is it infatuation

when you call it love?

 

I look onto the twilight and pray

for you the gift of the goddess

the giver of life.

Let it be the love we shared;

the fates the delivered us;

the hearts that bind us;

the destiny that separates us.

 

In the palm of my hand

the gift of the goddess

bite it and taste

its bittersweet

uncertainty.

Author's Note

I think it might not be much. It's more like a grocery list of observations and questions I thought of when I was walking today. Such cool cloudy weather we had.

Reviews

[Collect-Eye]

walking is a beautiful time to reflect on life..I've done some of my best writing..the trick is to right it down as you go..

and the answer is..I believe

All of the above