light and colour
Posted: October 21st, 2009, 12:05 pm
and each waking is a beginning
as much as an end
of something becoming itself
each word in the waking hour becomes a sentence
and a sentence becomes an enlightenment
and a phrase becomes like a whisper
in each line as i am awake to this
in the refraction of a rainbow
the art of waking
becomes the title of a book
in a dream about flowers
each thought as if it were a dream
becomes the beginning of a sequence
of random objects
through which light and colour
gleam through the open
and the morning becomes a mysticism
in the glowing
the day brought forth
a reminder of time and condensation
from the rain
where the sun peaks through
darkened clouds
and the sky becomes an umbrella
as much as an end
of something becoming itself
each word in the waking hour becomes a sentence
and a sentence becomes an enlightenment
and a phrase becomes like a whisper
in each line as i am awake to this
in the refraction of a rainbow
the art of waking
becomes the title of a book
in a dream about flowers
each thought as if it were a dream
becomes the beginning of a sequence
of random objects
through which light and colour
gleam through the open
and the morning becomes a mysticism
in the glowing
the day brought forth
a reminder of time and condensation
from the rain
where the sun peaks through
darkened clouds
and the sky becomes an umbrella
