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Waking (2)
slipping into consciousness
slipping into mind
slipping between hearts we feel
something unseen bind
us to the sights we see
to the sounds we hear
morning Sun its warming rays
the smells of atmosphere -
slipping through the ocean deep
when at night we dream
archetypal images
in an astral beam
penetrating deep within
arousing us to wake
hypnagogic moments
before at last we make
it back to consciousness
make it back in time
to begin another day
to try once more to find
the reason for our being here
on Earth with Moon in space
moving on with every breath
moving on to face
slipping into consciousness
slipping into mind
slipping between hearts we feel
something unseen bind
us to the sights we see
to the sounds we hear
morning Sun its warming rays
the smells of atmosphere....
slipping into mind
slipping between hearts we feel
something unseen bind
us to the sights we see
to the sounds we hear
morning Sun its warming rays
the smells of atmosphere -
slipping through the ocean deep
when at night we dream
archetypal images
in an astral beam
penetrating deep within
arousing us to wake
hypnagogic moments
before at last we make
it back to consciousness
make it back in time
to begin another day
to try once more to find
the reason for our being here
on Earth with Moon in space
moving on with every breath
moving on to face
slipping into consciousness
slipping into mind
slipping between hearts we feel
something unseen bind
us to the sights we see
to the sounds we hear
morning Sun its warming rays
the smells of atmosphere....
Published 2nd Sep 2018
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2nd Sep 2018 4:41pm
Sometimes I don't want to wake up from my dreams because they're so peaceful and beautiful. Alas, reality always has to check in.
Great poem as usual, Lawrence. May the wells of your imagination never run dry.
Great poem as usual, Lawrence. May the wells of your imagination never run dry.
2nd Sep 2018 5:31pm
never say never...but as long as the spring bubbles I feel a compulsion to write...thanks LC for your continued interest and encouragement...:)
