The Journey Poem by Andrew Lunel

Placed on the spiral metal
Looking at the above to a single point
Hearing the crickets make their nightly music
The occasional bat cuts my sight
In the distraction I can hear the frogs nearby join the rhythm
And the clouds seek a victory over the moon
Forever trying though
I hear pain and joy from the faint night
People talking to others seeking their connection
Evil thoughts out the purity of the holy mind
A question of life held in the hand of god
And the answer in the other
The dogs next door bark at the ghostly figures returning home
To a home where the bonds grow and die
And
Silence is gone
Peace has gone
Freedom survives in the hearts of man
Pain in their seed with a hope of greatness
Two ducks fighting for the same fish
Yet the hungry sometimes stay hungry
Just ready to fight for the next fish
Looking over the edge of silence
Knowing its descent would scream
Drowning in a river of passive roughness
And looking at the calm shores
Nature’s fury in absolute peace
Our fever just brings us the truth of life
Our rushes and urges swell
And we ride them
We wait for the right wave and ride it with fury
And return to the calm shores
To sleep eternally with the waves that hit the shore