IT STEALS THE MOMENT

Now I know.

That he too had it,

This strong belief in self.

That the universe would be kind.

Not just to him,

To his offspring,

And to the wide wild world.

Never to drive him into despair,

Never to make fun out of him.

He prayed.

Looking up in the sky,

He searched for a sign.

That the answers would be written somewhere up there.

Crafted out of clouds,

In symbols, shapes,

And maybe letters.

Each with its own unfathomable meaning 

Hidden within his own self

That carried away the misery

It was safe that way

To give them imaginary labels

Though he knew,

He knew

That if his forefathers saw him

They would shout, 

"There goes our mad man." 

"Talking to clouds now!"

They'd giggle. 

Thinking it would shatter him?

He would smile.

So wide like he had it all figured out.

Then he told me,

There's a place!

Just stare at the horizon son.

But the darkness is mean?

Everyday it steals the moment.

@Sons_Of_Purpose