#donn weber

[donnweber]

Tiny souls.

Tiny souls

You and I.

In endless shadows

We do or die.

The sun peers out

We wonder why.

Light over world

We fight the high.

Such long introversion

Time that we fly.

Reluctance ends accord

We release final sigh.

The sun glistens over,

And catches our eye.

[donnweber]

Then Nothing to Say

The sky glistens, stars remain true, endlessly our minds wander, who are you? Nothing more than faint thoughts that we think, never knowing the answers yet on the brink. But in time those thoughts travel yonder. Only on rare occasions do we ponder. Those now nostalgic memories from what we once thought. Stemming from dreams who we were but are not. Those thoughts race away, and our eyes walk elsewhere. You go yours, me mine, yet neither of us care.

These are the boundless journeys we’ll now have in life. Only seeking the things we don’t know but if rife. Reflections in the stars, none of them ours. That’s what makes them beautiful, like other people’s flowers. Days become weeks, weeks to months, then years. No more anger, no strife, I no longer have tears. The raw emotions are gone, nothing remains same. My outlandish personalities not even to tame. Then I see you, on pedestal, on display. Our mutual respect, only acknowledgement nothing to say.

[donnweber]

Symbolic

What is symbolic, Is it melancholic? Or is it substantial? Which is really circumstantial.

Maybe I’m overthinking, watching my mind sinking, as if so numbing in who I’m becoming.

It’s definitely falling, like pedals snowballing. Because of this world’s cold or maybe its to behold.

Do pedals exude snow? I thought I should know. Maybe they gingerly slip. Waiting return to fellowship.

In which they do on annual cycle. Much like those who recycle, in a world so bucolic. Which I guess, is symbolic?

[donnweber]

Little World, Big Skies

Such Big Skies, for such a Little World. We spend forever gazing, at such crisis below. Walking without our eyes, the hair on our backs curled. Like sheep we may be grazing, acting like we know.

Then in peace we look up, our eyes become widened around. Revelation of the beauty above, acknowledging the world in disguise. An epiphany we awake to this buildup, our minds and bodies are bound. In these moments we reveal there is love. Such a Little World, Such Big Skies.