A DIFFERENT LIGHT

Yes it was me,  
I was the one
chosen to share  
the morning sun,
I heard the voice  
through other lips
was touched by  
invisible fingertips.
The songs selected
lingered there
amongst the pages  
and tangled hair.
I’d had the dream  
years before
the meanings  
laced in metaphor
able to unlock,  
open the door,
setting me off on  
a path to explore.
 
Putting in play,
a script unwritten
improvised with a  
touch of intuition,
a rhythmic humming  
mystery dance,
inducing hidden senses  
within it’s trance.
Awareness shined  
off reflected glass
enabling a certain
clarity to pass
between what was
known once to be real,
exposing many new  
sensations to feel,
revealing what was  
in a different light
what was wrong  
may now be right.
 
Morganpoet