Music of the Spheres
Drawn to a template, we wish to colour,
we yet know not the force that drew us in
but we write away as would a scholar,
inspired by thoughts, silencing worldly din.
Inspirations that in-pour, are God's grace,
reverberating through our conscious mind,
wherein doing nothing, each wave we trace
as symbols hoping they are well aligned.
Although we know the word is not the thing,
we express ourselves as best as we can,
basking in the glow of joy it does bring
and this dear friends is our only game plan.
This is the way we are, by night and day ~
Creativity calls and so we play
29-October-2022
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