ChasingDestiny Poetry (2)

“Convergence”

What is this presence behind the scene
While science and spirit converge in scream
Describing same only separate seen.

Pulse of life, pulled from frame
What prevents its passing aid
Back to that it used to be
Anchored down from thee unseen.

Across connections without cord
Therein a secret lays
Just time imagined without her hands
For mans’ demand, this maze.

Even now wise men know
The smaller that things get
Greater gifts can come from it
Along a souls subsist.

Science is seeing as faith is to feel
How to join their hands
So each may learn a greater truth
Of that beyond expanse.

For what its worth those star too far
The things to never find
For every heart I've chafed and led to chase
During my shaded divide --
Pale this print of sunshine skin
Envelope another mind that is eager within.

And now the day turns into night
The Storm that dances towards this hill
Shall lend its light and strike in fright.

Imperfections reign on this surface of man
A brother to the secreted thoughts that lie beneath
A wanderer drinking the wanderlust
Of the poets curse
Seeking perfection within imperfection.

Composing this upon the fly
Brooks and Dunn the ballads-bye
Back to the world and its boring pace
Traffic congestion and bills to pay
If only to survive just one more day
So I might find that tender hand
Sublime the contours within her sighs.