Stilting

Belief floats beneath the surface
of your hardened brow,
a jellyfish suspended in viscous fear.

Adorned may be your arguments,
yet hope whispers nothings
into logic's ear.

Earth tilts, leaves fall,
geese flock towards warmer bays.
You stumble, numb, down weathered trails:
the future dreams of yesterdays.

One season more may be all required
to pry open your soul's truth,
though mindlessly you hammer on;

so smooth and dense the marble pursuit,
you miss the mark
and nick the dawn.

Snow melts, ground thaws,
buds gather mighty forms.
You feel the muffled, ringing cry
that sings into imposter storms.

Decide. Blink once, then break your stride,
and kneel upon your ocean's shore- 
a jellyfish in tides of Time,
a graceful bit of divine lore.