By Faith Jang
The Centerpiece
The piece of glass holds the string,
A similar fashion to that of a ring.
More, there, create new (old) design.
Many needed to take time to align.
Pieces hold together so fair, so light.
Only wonder the sadness and blight.
To stay in the manual’s divined place.
Ne’er locomoting from confined space.
Yet, against fate, a bead rolls away.
To its own path, it decided to stray.
All went against it, but never cease.
For the mind did to be centerpiece.
Warmth
To hold in a hand that be another palm.
That of which that doesn’t belong to we.
Be it a child so noisy or elder so calm.
This be from a friend, father, maybe mom.
Nonetheless, from whoever that may be.
That embrace that to us held so dear.
The one that fog that blocks the clarity.
Welcoming arms that once drawn near.
The very components, they kept out fear.
The same ones we left to become, to see.
Warmth all must leave so we can be.
Journey’s Star
An everlasting journey that is life,
The same one that carries strife,
And so the love, passion is rife.
This path is one so truly endless.
It is a pilgrimage only a can bless.
To that mountain, high to climb.
In what is the darkest of all time…
To the one who will look at a star,
But realize that it was never so far.
Because you know who you are…
