word play – Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic

New Sight

Watching your plane ascend
Eyes wouldn’t stay open

Into the decay at my feet
Pools of history looming
As controlled violence
Broke laws of physics

Winds lifting you away
Failing eyes unwilling
Heart spills open
New eyes, new sight

We all stand for some things
We all stand for something

If we look hard enough
Long enough
With sincerity

We will find

Something to stand for
Some things to stand for

Yet all is worthless
If we are not standing together

A bird in the hand
Could be messy
But still
Better than two in the bush

Three birds
In a tree
Is a hat trick
Although
I’m not sure when
Or where the hat came in
To do his part