Is this nothing but a poem
–
Is this nothing but a poem
is this nothing but a stretch of time
is this nothing but music
is this nothing but a reality
is this nothing but a scream of satisfaction
is this nothing but rhythm
is this nothing but a song
is this nothing but a taste of imagination
is this nothing but heart
is this nothing but a feeling
is this nothing but a brilliance of shadows
is this nothing but torture
is this nothing but a tree
is this nothing but a chord of discords
is this nothing but vibration
is this nothing but a voice
is this nothing but a feather of light
is this nothing
but a midnight feast awaiting the sunrise?
Is this nothing
but our soul’s elastic cord of possibilities
reaching out from within us
to engender an echo of ourselves to ripple
against the lives without us
and so create nothing but a peace universal?
Are we born to shed tears of repeated history
or are we here
to feel
to learn
to accept
and to give
the freedom of peace and the freedom of love?
Is this thing we inhabit
nothing but life’s poem of togetherness?
