Poetic Motion Poem by Tears From A Soldiers Eyes

Words pass—then echo past themselves,
dreams dreaming harder than sleep allows.

Verbs spill loose, thick on the tongue,
gifted speech sharpened by hunger and heat.

Vision chased, then suddenly caught—
an image blinking alive in the dark.
A story heard in the marrow,
felt before it's ever told.

Words break free, shedding their chains,
invisible messages burning into sight.

Hearts split open, no longer frozen,
beating loud with cultured dreams reborn.

We move forward while standing still,
eyes locked beyond the edge of the ocean,
where thought meets eternity.

The ground beneath us shifts, climbs backward,
gravity confused by intention.

Look into my eyes—
this isn't language,
this is poetry in motion.