Luke Harbur


Search And Restore - Poem by Luke Harbur

If only we

could take a shower of rain

in a wine glass

to take a sip of its smell:

Restoration, relaxation, tranquilty, simplicity.

If only we

could brighten like hot sun;

take its energy and become the giant

that we are too intimidated to see.

If only we

could reverse our clockworks

to make the way we want them to work.



Come.



Now is the time to tinker and tick;

Now is the time to ignite an anxious wick;

Now is the time to make your mouth

the water's flume.

Welcome to the place of your hidden ability,

Where 'if' is never a considered possibility.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, August 12, 2012


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