Wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and wasn’t sure if it was ready to be deemed as finished. For now, I think it is.
The Earth is woken by the Sun,
My mind is woken by the Earth.
A man is woken by his purpose,
My purpose is yet to be of worth.
I wonder if when Jupiter passes Saturn,
They both stop and wonder why,
If they could only stop from passing,
They could be more than passer-bys.
Like my Parents at a time were,
Before they were a Man and a Wife.
They were, too, some strangers,
And then their Love gave me Life.
The forces that had stood between them,
Were that of armies and their sword.
And though battles are won with weapons,
Stranger’s hearts are won with words.