Grit
I looked upon the color white
In dreams that whisper in the night
And saw in waves of red and blue
Photonic frequencies of hue
The whirling energies that spin
The properties of matter
And as I stood upon the void, of wonder lost
and dreams devoid, then time was king and light was queen
and darkness was a ballroom
Where photons shattered danced and spun
where games were lost and wars were won
in energies of umpteen gees
that recreated matter and rules were only
paths that grew in dreams of whispered chaos
Then time stood still in purple hue
and I was left in Laos
The void’s still there for those who care to only
pull the blinders But white light turns and darkness
burns and forwards is behind us
So squint y’r eyes and live y’ lies and
weave a plaid t’ warm yer
Or smoke your pot and live your lot in sunny
California But in the end when you can’t bend
Don’t say I didn’t warn yer
Reality is hard to see with eyes that dream
of what could be. they only seem to really see
The sky the clouds the sand the sea
the lump of grit that could be me
In oh so empty timeless space
contemplating nothing
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2006
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