Footprints

I'm left looking for a place that I am told only exists in stories told to children..
Looking for a day when a footprint will define more than a sense of being and become a signal of things to come, so we can say we know which way we are going because this person walked there to.
And that even though the universe keeps expanding and time keeps unravelling.
Some moments will always exist in their own right.
And that that is not the weight of gravity pulling us down, but the power of belief in things that are yet to be proven and we can wait till then..
I want to tell you that philosophy has a place in society and that science will not try to define everything that life throws our way, but I can't.
The same way that someone must have promised God that the world would never question him,
but yet here we are.
The same way that are lips were left within inches of touching and that that hurts more than any atheist can ever try to bruise God, that he is just another subject that is untouchable.
That perhaps one day it can exist.
I am looking for a time when sound travels further and does more than inform the next ear
and that somebody will stop and really hear.
Take the time to listen to the old man up the road,
who before now was told he was mad because he says that “time can stand still.”
Because he loves his wife as much now as he did in life and that when she visits him he holds her in his arms and feel her heart beating.. so she is not a ghost, her footprints were too quiet for him to hear but her heart was so beautiful that its fingerprints imprinted on his mind.
That man who has reached a place that we all dream about.
I want to ask you if you would want to spend an eternity with me and I would if I wasn't certain of your answer, preparing myself for another eruption on the fault line of my heart.
Everything exists for a reason, so what happens if your heart stops beating? I'll never get the chance to memorise its rhythm. I'm left looking for a place that I am told only exists in stories told to children,
but what if the impossible could really happen.
Who can say what possible and impossible anyway..
Would you greet me with hello,
if you knew that time was passing quicker than the beating of your heart and that we were fighting to qualify in something that was beyond anybodies comprehension,
that there is no definition or explanation of why my mouth runs dry when I am next to you,
even though science tells me that liquid should exist their.. but for that moment it doesn't.
I'm left looking for a place I am told only exists in stories told to children,
But it only takes one man to leave a footprint for another to follow, throwing our dreams into a lottery of existence.