Imagine Us All Heard In The World Poem by gregory collins

The heart must flower and fade, and know
that between tomorrow and forever, one must

address the hope beyond hope. Like how
the tracks of the angels are without the need

of meaning. But everything is for such a short time,
that i can only lift the glass to my mouth; and

remember man invented man to be enjoyed,
fulfilled, and only know the truth like a ghost

interferes with love for the cemetary that
stretches across the earth until the grave is

not necessarily so beautiful in numberless forms.
Until i imagine us all heard in the world, catching

a falling star who is better off than we are.