That rare moment when you feel yourself hanging between sleep and awake A euphoric state you never want to end Stopping and starting doing a retake
Multiplying the climax again and again until sleep is triumphant finally surrendering The mind relaxes and in dreams you travel to another world of visions for remembering
Emerging from self-imposed imprisonment A throne-less queen walks naked and alone vulnerable remorseful Eyes watching her every movement
Her sparkle diminished she wears the grey garb of solitude and regret Wishing now for sunlight to warm her coldness, liven her spirit and pump hope into her heart
In the stillness of the dawn There is a chance for a new beginning A time to cast away that which no longer works The mangled and exhausted dialogue Repeated endlessly and accepted as gospel A new language to be learned and a fresh way of communicating
My beloved I fear we are at an impasse My heart fights with my head and it will always win I languish in the love and you thrive in the war Zero to crazy in three seconds is no longer the norm It must end It did end and this is the new dawn
Slowly but surely Bit by bit Concentration comes Closing off the world Contemplating, meditating Fingers touching thumbs
Judicious use of thoughts Contained and controlled Absorbing the environment Looking outward to Nature Searching for the answers on a path to enlightenment
Mish is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with beautiful art by Beverly Dyer I chose her painting of the Owl as it is a symbol of wisdom. Sometimes we forget how wise we are, particularly when we lose sight of ourselves.
