The Sleeping Conscious
Awake and beating to the sound of the sky,
Through smoke the light rises,
Out and in the sound of vibrations,
Watching and listening from low, from high.
The darkness resonates around:
It follows and curves between and in,
It waits to see to start to begin.
Yet they are not in tune to the sound.
Now you see that it has gone,
A time when all but one gets old;
Found then lost, the hearts will fold,
But now with you all is won.
The light drowns out all else but me,
The swirls dart and shadows flee.
Copyright © Molly Ross | Year Posted 2014
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