In conversation with our soul
Of time, there is much we will never know.
Our 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 we lift the vail from what is divined?
Dear Universe, with you, I too feel whole
when I’m in conversation with our soul.
Copyright © Dill Dennison | Year Posted 2022