Weightlessness of Harmony

Imagine Floating on your back, eyes Shut to all but the hush of sunlight Buoyant to the lightness of being with only Birds and insects flinging airs at Ears immersed in the cool tannin Stained river gently luring Dreams from nothing That drifts and clicks away on the current Gentle with its tugging of thoughts Caressing ripples from a mirror… The mind sliding into eddies, swirling With time - wading patiently, as if stilled But merely time passes by, like The dreams of children that are Never given another thought. Yet at some point your dreams Detach from reality Loosen from the viscous pull of the river And wander the murky depths Lost in a city of streams where Time and the surrounds are Abundantly clear behind eyelids Fat with circadian rhythms Surpassing your dreams in tones of Wild wilderness - oblivious Drifting along in a realm of silence, Balanced by the weightlessness ~ Of harmony A poem by Mark Trichet 21 June 2015