When Still Waters Rest
in the sweet-water
of the dreamtime,
I wade with slow
easy steps
it is a waning light
of hope, that illuminates
a compendium in dreams
written as my heart
beats out the ink
from conception,
this story was confused
in death and life
And I hang
over the edge of tsunami
and I balance on pinewood,
the waters flow is stilled
but beats to the heart
of my dreams,
and the moons turn
forever lifts my head
and my spirit,
past the firmament
I am a child of darkness
cocooned in the light,
with the Kaleidoscope
of life and dreams
still writing,
until this pen
in the hand of my heart,
is silenced and at rest
Copyright © Jayne Eggins | Year Posted 2010
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