Lines from the Mind

Dapples flicker leaf sheets wind blown branches dance shadows on the grass Torch reflecting light on words book hidden under the sheet with me reading late night parents asleep Darkness stolen centimetre by centimetre Sunrise. Hot sun through Sunday afternoon window Head nodding eyes drooping warm sleep.

In a vast universe room We are picked up By a giant hand Carefully placed on the glass slide. Lights blaze on And our opacity lowers Until self is revealed, Shadows inside out.

Mystery Not for the first time I sense something more It tugs at the corner of mist wrapped mind or maybe deeper than that somehow tugging at a corner of my mind that is connected to the universe. A mystery that is dark,  yet burns bright causes fear yet seems wrapped  in the deepest love imagined A journey that leaves me naked but wraps me in a wonderful light it opens, calls

Growing darkness Merges with the shadows of rustling, whispering trees Time of slow starlight reflection evolves into creation You stand cold wind edging your thoughts Looking at the stretched expanse shimmering star lights The world... universes... Made