Make Aim To the Star

The motion of the tides and movement therein beckons on to me, Silent as it moves over the oceans width, gentle as a wind from the sea; A mystery is the future of our passing lives, only a semblance of what’s to come, Through the miracle of our own emotion, or the brilliance of the setting sun, For in the time it takes to aim at a star, we may only get to the moon The passions of hope to a child is measured in an instant of time, A sound so soft is the prodigy of ones time, making faith in our own religion… Captured is the sight of a comets storm, or the twinkle from centuries past, Yet the wisdom we gain from our dark privations is held in the semblance of space, But we reach in thought to a billion years like the measure of a second past by Look to the wisdom in the extent of our lives, and relinquish all that’s gone before, Our strongest belief is held deep in the heart, like that which shone from a star; So bright the light that beams through darkness, over oceans deep and wide But held secure waits the aspect of a man, and the realm of his wants and desires; For in the time it takes to aim at a star, we may only get to the moon