Artireal Insomicycle
Arterial Insomnicycle
Losing sleep over losing someone is sleep never re-found,
For the years we spend when Nature’s sweet restorer refuses,
Fault found not in Medicine, for hospitals only treat broken hearts,
Cures are found with different compounds of time, love, friendship.
Understanding will only come to those that listen, and accept,
Without forgetting the exception that brings about all being,
Passions that breed us all to be those in the mirror, the streets,
Hold strong to the theories of disbelief, we are all the love of our parents.
Soft music, summer breezes change many minds in complete disregard,
If it wasn’t in the first kiss, it was in the three thousandth over the years,
Eyes tell stories of common sites of joy especially when they look alike,
Not just at the same thing, but the same people with the same hearts.
Warranting only time catches even the swift and cunning, at bus stops,
Never seeing again is much better than to never have seen, yet listened to,
No choices for those whose tables we ate, laughed, changed together,
Only the images we sat beside, though no settings, they are the flavor.
We are all the thoughts and dreams of our parents, as our children to us,
Youthful thoughts for such a family, even before the first kiss, within us all,
We are all the memories of sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles, grandparents, friends,
Touching the visions of what was, in the fragile moments before their memorial.
Hold true to the passion of our history’s beliefs, understanding creates love,
More than any one person will believe broken hearts hurt the same,
They held us before we could hold ourselves, spoke two words in our bones,
Never to destroy that which young minds created, Love and Family.
Copyright ©
Kevin Carey
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