Aspiration Poem by Marck Riggins

Lunar glow falls from darkness, not black, but deepest blue
Clouds congregate in the faint light mirrored from the sun, long set
Walking on a hidden trail to the sky, reason evades pull from earth

The draw by all ordinary and futile longing to be but weightless and carefree
Distracted by nothing, in full spell, for powerful yearning:
A child may have been here in wistful thoughts dreamed repeatedly over millennia
A lover may have left impressions of passion that were never met by heart’s desire
A parent may have saved a child, long lost to a day which arrived like any other, just shy of hope’s embrace
In the mind’s excursions, how many visits to the mount of aspiration does it take for the unrealized
To become a yesterday, a today, or an assured future?