In Conversation With My Soul

Of time, there is much I will never know. My eyes trace the heavens for stars aligned— As the pendulum’s weight swings to and fro, I marvel, whether by chance or designed? Of all that is, one fate, to come and go. Are beasts and man both of some common kind? Could not the same be said of the willow? Such wonder filled fantasies cloud the mind. Of reality, how much is shadow? How much understanding goes undefined? What truths may lie beyond such a halo? Shall I lift the vail or fear the divined? Dear Universe, with you, I do feel whole. At peace. A conversation with my soul.