just

Just a single word that would one day be,
The start of a hero’s biography,
Selected for its unique definition,

The word would bring, thought to fruition,
Neatly engraved by writer’s hand,
A word scrawled by toe, on wet sucking sand.

Just a single note that would one day be,
A gentle lift in a melody,
Precision plucked from a Spanish guitar,
The note played in composer’s repertoire,
Lovingly drawn from harp’s gentle string,
A note that an operatic diva would sing.

Just a single thought that would one day be,
The pause in a madman’s reverie,
Dredged from mind’s fathomless depths,
The thought birthing genius in the inept,
Woven from memories not realised,
A thought that would flow, awakening the wise.

Just a single word that would one day free,
The oppressed from tyrant, almighty.
Just a single note that would one day mark,
The tick to the tock of the clock in the dark.
Just a single thought that would one day know,
The solution to all, of the world’s sorrow.

In everything there is a destiny,
A thing to be,
A one day could,
A one day would,
A potential to fulfil,
A desire and a will.

... tina louise