Someone Poem by Paul Reed

Sunday finds us together
On an unaccustomed occasion
Where the dwindling of spirits suddenly surges
And dances through the air
Where life is on the pavements and everywhere
Just speaking tells us of love
And the wanting to be there;

Are we joined in mortal heights
Beyond mountain tops
Which others have never seen?
For each day is better than the last
Although there are no rewards,
Not for this joy,
That takes on a smile broader than the landscape
As the sun fills the sky with blue light
And morning will never come;

What of it if we are chosen
The lucky ones who found the way
To disentangle all the griefs
Thieve the essence of life
From it's gloomy forebodings
And fling it in the face of sadness
What of it if it is us?
It had to be someone.