An opening in space as the voice of self calls in the distance like a genie in a bottle, Begging and whispering for the stillness to prevail, Sighing at every loss in the moment of a transparent story, And smiling when home is present or found.
An old clock begins to miss its beat, As the chirping bird never misses hers, A call into the darkness where all reflection of light is given, As the shadows dance with form.
One simple song for all, With a million threads all singing, Then falling back and back again, Into trueness and peace....
A transparent glow peeks through a crack in the old door, I reach out to the mottled handle and pull it open, Silver light chases the darkness across the room as it fills the space, I look out as the heavenly body lights the cool, still landscape, Then all is dimmed by the passing of a shimmering cloud, I look up at an orchestra of stars, singing with light, Breathing in the cool air, Breathing out into the world of twilight, An invisible wind dances with the trees as their leaves spin and speak, Flashes of silvers and blues flowering from moment...
Fallen to find, A meaning to be, A chance you take, A choice you see.
Forgetfully stupid, A second in time, Is a segment of nothing, But story and rhyme.
Fate and choice, Maybe one and the same, A life that is chosen, A fate that is made.
A mind making choices, With a soul in disbelief, Our judgement has been clouded, From a sinister belief, That we are all not worthy, Of what we truly are, It simply takes a moment, To see this from afar.