The Sum Of One

Yesterday sleeps in the silence…

only whispers now on fleeting time.

Tomorrow softly sighed, I am near.

And today exclaimed come now here.

I held out my open hand

And saw yesterday was gone.

I thought of today, soon to be the morrow

I thought with a smile of another home.

For seldom will lightning twice strike.

And rarely will the heart again….

Find where it truly belongs.

Yet tomorrow has indeed come

And the gray skies have twice now struck.

As this heart has again found the meaning of….

Of what it is to again be ONE.

J. Allen Wilson © 6/19/09****Full Moon productions 7/7/2009