I sense that there is a kind of heaven,
the essence of the natural and divine
a Force that watches enters and retreats
a star dust whispering to us -- join the eternal benign
and as our energy starts to weaken
the pain cripples the days and nights
breathing requires more force than we have
our eyes begin to retreat from the lights
One feels a caring energy reaching for me
softly asking are you ready, is it time.?
in my prayers and chants I asked to be useful
joining the star dust into the cosmos creating life
leaving at the death of the body and solid earth
into the essence of the Universe into the subline
Categories:
subline, heaven,
Form: Rhyme
Daylight savings time
They promise is just fine
Once you get use to it, it is subline
Until then whatever goes wrong
You are to blame
Hopefully that doesn't happen
If it does, "Shame"
Cile Beer
Categories:
subline, funny, hope, imagination,
Form: Free verse