Everything Fell Where They May

I have never seen much more than what I have seen. But then again, no one knows and no one sees everything, and least of all, no one ever sees life unlived and never viewed.I suppose that I am allowed to be fair to my truths. And the truth is . . .I want to see more. Ah, but the ideas that come to me. The visions and the hopes and desires, wild and free, and like a child dreaming; I am of course, an old man who never outgrew the childish right to dream. No, I refuse to let go and so; I look to fight and maintain the rights I have to believe in things like the unspoken magic from teddy bears or the healing moments of a grandmother’s touch. I have this thing, still yearning and burning inside of me.I suppose I can call this life.This is my fire, albeit dull at times; at least this fire has not burned out.And no . . .No darkness can prevail as long as a spark of light exists.Therefore, and for whatever this is worth (to me or you) this is my light and my hope, my way, my truth and my…