Lights and Sounds
 
I plot the destination of my desire
via the road mountained by resistance
where lessons endure
and friendships fly without perching.
I hang the map on life's line somewhere
custodian of fortune will see it.
 
I close my eyes and get there.
Music of ovation deafens me,
proof of every sweatdrop
the back of my arm ever wiped,
calming of every nerve wracked
by far-awayness of fulfilment.
 
I open my eyes and am still here,
walking the same treadmill
believing the same old mantra;
‘he whose arms are uncrossed,
who does not await manna, shall draw
bright lights and sounds tomorrow,
from the well that swells today
with his dreams and his fears.'  
But in quieter moments I wonder,
might my true destination be your side?
Is it to explore, think, learn, share, laugh,
and change with you in harmony
with the rising and setting of the sun?
What are these lights and sounds I seek?
I already have your eyes and your laughter.