As I lie here awake unable to sleep
that time just as the morning creeps
To overtake the dark of night
replacing it with suns sweet light
When our thoughts so easily scatter
I'm pondering the grey matter
And all those places in-between
the hidden ones that are unseen
Times when things are in transition
they don't have easy recognition
As when the sun is gone from our eyes
before stars light up the skies
Like in the lull before the storm
all is still unlike the norm
Those moments before life meets death
before the anatomy takes its last breath
That micro space twixt reality and dreams
when illusion is exactly what it seems
I'm longing to crawl into that interspace
to unfold the mystery of the human race
ET
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Love,
annie
Now you got me thibnking, Eileen. LOL
I love this poem and I love the flow!
R~
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
dear Eileen..SMoooooooooooooooooooooo000000000000000CH!
Ron
they don't have easy recognition", don't you just love that time of the day, I do...a beautiful reflective piece, Eileen
Carole~
Be safe,
Karen
But it is so nice to lie ther warm and comfy between the covers and say "gee this is nice, Do I really have to get up?"
Walt
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
Will be back soon; unable to post (membership ran out yesterday, but someone's already taking care of that; be back in a few days to a week or two.)
"before the anatomy takes its last breath
That micro space twixt reality and dreams"
These lines cling to the senses like a wet mist. I think the greatest mystery about the human race is that they have a Savior that loves them infinitely. Blessings to you Sugar Chum!
Richard