Awakening

In the silence, it stirs, turning slowly at first, Then gathering the weight, formulates into thought. The mind awakens, Mans beginning, evolving, thus knowing, The power of our dreams. They are our soul’s inspiration, Its boundaries are limitless, Only our sanity, governs the rational and irrational. The ecstasy, and the ideology, The pain, and the torment, Each of these is one in this entity. I know not what will amass, But realise, My dreams are only limited by, My imagination. Clement Hardy.