Brendan (at Two)
by Mark E. Schwarz
Your gait is something
between
destiny and disaster
beginning
daring
discovering
what thought of
limits,
what thought of
structure?
Only impetus
Your words are something
between
poetry and conundrum
exclaiming
proclaiming
declaiming
what thought of
limits,
what thought of
structure?
Only ideas
Your emotions are something
between
the cherub and the troll
demanding
insisting
protesting;
what thought of
limits,
what thought of
structure?
Only truth
Your life is something
between
today and forever
growing
seeing
touching
what thought of
limits,
what thought of
structure?
Only being
Only love
Only you