I rise

Like a morning Sun

I slowly rise

Thinking thoughts and picking up vibes

Contemplating,

the Universal Silence.

Hanging around

A tiny hope,

tingling on the edge of air.

Then moments separate

Spreading voices,

far and wide.

In a web of rays, I see

my dreams floating away.

Oh stop, come back –

I fish I catch, I grope

I fall –

fall hurtling down, down and down

to unknown depths.

Then slowly I rise

Like a morning Sun

For another day

For a tiny hope

tingling on the edge of air

Oct. 3,2012