It’s four o’clock in the morning.
Most souls are dreaming, peacefully,
of what the morrow brings;
yet here I am, just wond’ring
how I might survive the greater
mass of this meandering.
At last, a sense of almost-peace
begins to grace this soul of mine,
for I have reached and finally touched
beyond this time as others see it.
speaking all the words
that others seem so hesitant
to let into their minds.
Words of deep and true emotion,
positive and negative in turn,
juxtaposing just what brings
reality to the extreme of all sensation,
right at that point where consciousness
begins to know itself.
There is so much beauty here
and too, such devastation,
that balancing seems hard to do,
if not impossible, at times.
Yet still, all meaning, quite invisible,
abides within these realms of what is felt,
be it of flesh or soul or flight of mind.
We seem to now require that
the whole of it be real.
And what we feel is real,
whether touched in flesh
or felt within our heart,
and truly can make sense;
if only we would take the time
to contemplate in consciousness,
the gist of all we have and are
and yet might come to be.
While the best of everything
is only found just in between
the known and the unknown
of each experience we dream
and choose to make into reality.
Love is what we really need
to see us through it all.
One love of all become a unity;
and thus a new beginning dawns
as we dream our dreams
eternally into reality. . .
? Michaelette ?
Copyright© 2001 Michaelette L. Romano
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