NOVICE

© RYAN GUILEY

It is supposed to be traditional,

To ask to take your hand,

But, it was always beautiful,

As I never needed a wedding band.

 

Because, the moment I saw you,

The light in your brown eyes,

I knew it was going to be all true,

The puzzle piece fitted in size.

 

My sweetheart, you are the picture,

Of why everything was accomplish,

Through eternity, for poorer or richer,

The eyes in the sky, the satellite dish.

 

To me it seemed so pretty obvious,

The beam of light hit those hair pins,

To figure out the loophole for a novice,

I was amazed at the conference as I grinned.

 

More years later, another conference,

About search engines, but I knew prior,

Maybe an agency recruiting ever since,

I knew there was meaning, as I desire.

 

Our missing daughter I wrote about,

And believe in the future we would fly,

In 2001, “Hourglass” was written as I felt,

The world would be in trouble with cries.

 

By 2030, the world will know about space,

 A secret mission in 2003 with intelligence,

As humans will now be replaced with a face,

Factories will build robotics making a fence.

 

The space arm exist, but so does clones,

They have been working diligently,

We will fly with space drones,

A new land with grass called “Bentley”.