First Poem by Christian Thomas Scott

First, there is the primary means
By which we navigate this realm,
And all others, are without a doubt
Inconsequential. For only by the language of
Your eyes am I ensnared.

As though the footsteps in the evening sand
Are bright enough to follow by the moon.
But they go this way and that,
Never quite tied down to where they've been.

Yet do not try to navigate the breadth
Of all we seek in life to satisfy.

I have stood on the brink of death,
I have stood and seen it shy away.

You pulled me from the edge, and in a moment I was
Fixed. But not all wandering souls are bound together,
Not all voices can be mixed.

One day we live, and soon we shall,
Yet I will not stay much longer.
There are few things to be done,
Important matters I must do first.