“I would like to make a film to tell children "it's good to be alive".”
I think this is what we are caught with. Half-finished-half-undone.
Once again. Writing goes full circle back to life.
We have children.
We have people.
We have folks who are unfinished works.
And we just leave them unfinis
The Half-Finished Heaven
Despondency breaks off its course.
Anguish breaks off its course.
The vulture breaks off its flight.
The eager light streams out,
even the ghosts take a draught.
And our paintings see daylight,
our red beasts of the ice-age studios.
Everything begins to look around.
We walk in the sun in hundreds.
Each man is a half-open door
leading to a room for everyone.
The endless ground under us.
The water is shining among the trees.
The lake is a window into the earth.