The Biology Of A Personal Equinox Poem by Vision Ghost

Intellectual fuels for the mitochondria of every living cell
Binds in me a notion of electricity like the spark of the well
Deep and endless in abundance for what we choose to seek
And what the first loving words were when the child speaks

Locating a day for a seasonal sense of inbound equilibrium
Matched by the adventure of self discovery in this millennium
Where not much happened and life carries on today anyway
Accept for the sense of being little in the years from this day

Match a key to a lock or give it to someone who then retracts
All I would ask for is a smile without conditional contracts
You could use it to unlock anything which would you choose?
Then ask yourself what you actually want to find or to loose?

Like magic of embrace as a child falls to arms after first steps
Something that in time can never be repeated in whatever reps
Of a photograph or a picture captured in the mortality of then
Maybe I wish for someone else to catch me in sometime when

Caught many scars upon a body that’s not getting any younger
The next generation yields to no one whilst I am getting slower
So now I ask myself is this the beginning to my eventual dying
Seeking the days back when the world seemed a place for living

And thoughts of youth slipping away fast beyond any time here
So much so that the reality of my finality and things I so fear
Become an option of thought or I choose to remain to this day
Before another evening closes upon another time without delay

Many of these sunsets become a thing to hold now so precious
But whatever is thrown at me now; life is not for me to relinquish
Guess I’ve meaning for the living of each and every child to say
In arms of love or alone I am really damn happy I lived this day