The Power of Poetry

I Waited Too Long for You

There is one thing that drifts past, and two things I can never forget: The first is instinct to what I want most, And the second — where the stars are. In the silver-gray horizon, so still and serene — a shimmering of a thousand different shades of ivory — I lie a peace unknown. To find my way to an old day’s end.

The day you come will be the day I stop being poetically ambiguous And finally, commit to cutting through this sky Away from the edge of a blank page, an empty page. The birds will be the very first. They’ll burst out of my mouth at a hundred miles an hour, The birds will fly over the city with anxiety etched across their faces, But I won’t care because I’ll already know that you’re here. I’ll be waiting for you by the storefront window, where we met before. It was there we met before.

I Waited Too Long for You, Dear (I knew the end of this story would come, With its sad and bittersweet conclusion.) Each page in my book was more beautiful than the last. You would watch me write, and you would know what I was doing. I’d read to you everything I wrote, and it worked. You don’t believe me now when I say that it’s true.

I’ve been waiting for the right time to drown out the sound of my silence. It’s not like a moment lost. It’s like a book with its pages torn half-away

Dear Members of Augmented’s Journey, Thank you for coming and listening to this video. Thank you for your comments, suggestions, shares, replays — everything! I am beyond grateful that we had this connection, and I want to thank each one of you individually because otherwise, I couldn’t have made it without all of your help. You keep me inspired and motivated to make this video, and I can’t imagine doing it without you. I know this path seems like a puzzle.