The exit sign shining bright red
Almost nagging as if to suggest a death today
something leaving, and this death is not mourned
The double doors with fingerprints and hands
Oh how many hands, the hands that built this place
Each a story and an origin of which is only unique to them
These prints will soon wash as new hands begin a part of their story here
what is it this thought that has so brilliantly been to me?
I watch as old friends meet
Each wrinkle with a story to tell
Forget these walls, because a body can talk, oh how little it needs to say
As I watch and listen, something new is happening here,
Instead of take the well-worn path of ignoring this thought of mine,
I look closer, defying everything I'm told I should be
I look into there eyes, the wrinkles disappear,
The energetic, graceful, loving, experimental, people reappear,
Oh how beautiful things we look right on past,
These eyes, and only the gaze at these eyes,
Tell me one day you will be here
What will our eye's say?
Even if no one ever sees them this way
What oh what will they say?
Will they show you loved, in it's entirety
Will they show you were loved
Will they show your love for the everything above?
Will they show loss, will they show growth beyond that loss?
Will the show forgiveness
Will it show the mistakes made
Will they show the the struggle of good and evil
Will they show how lost we can be, and the fight back to understanding
Will they tell you I am not old but getting ready to start the rest of my life
Mine have seen these eye's
Will mine show growth after this moment this space of thought in time?
I choose.
