Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Something inside me stirs
I feel a sudden need to dream
Vita est non quis is videor
Life is no longer what it seemed
A dormant glint in human eyes
Abandons sleep and comes alive
Hope, within one man's eyes
Moves mountains, transcends time
Travels through a space vacuum
Inside my heart
how come one man.can awaken dead dreams.in a broken nation.
today.americans walk on air.collectively.soaring over fear. fear.the forgotten foe.that nips with cold at human souls.
the look on his face.as he walks.to take his seat.among vips. a man about to face his death.his burial.his resurrection. this feels.like the rebirth of a nation.
aretha's bow is brighter than her voice.but. the euphoria of the moment alone.carried the voice that left overwhelmed lips.in shaky, shrill tones. and landed it on hopeful ears.in perfect pitches.echoing dreams.inspiring hearts.
joe biden looked sunburnt.his eyes are mere slits.that smile on the final line.that subtle curve of the lips.so help me God.help him God.
he turned to look up at the musicians.and caught a glimpse of her.his eyes settled where they lay.the music was probably lost on him after that.such loving eyes.wow.
her gloved hand.reaching out.touching his shoulder.that small squeeze.the resulting smile.such loving eyes.wow.
then he got up.silence.the stutter in the oath. then the smile.both smiles.get it right, dammit.we all want this.get it right.now!
and then.the speech: humbled... grateful... mindful... for us.for us.for us... our power alone cannot protect us... but we will do the best can.yes we can.
wow.i'm happy to the 44th power.