Unlimited

by T. Smith

What if you were the light in the window?
Scraping the horizon and catching the eye of those who dare to look to the heavens.
If you were the wind lifting the fallen to freedom
Flying through the expanse that can hinder the path or open a journey.
If you were the rain soaking the crisp threads to relaxation
A battle with gravity lost to be consumed by dust or flow to replenish the world’s water bowl.
What if I am not, what if I am? I have been but I may not be anymore. What if I were not there and the what if’s ceased to exist and all that remained was this…the unlimited




ABOUT THE POET ~
30 something father of 4, Married for 17 years, Love all kinds of poetry that carries a message.


Last updated December 19, 2015