Bigness of Existance . . .

Vers River

Crystal Springs

Some songs were meant to be unsung;
some dreams have faded long ago;
some clouds never pour . .  but float away
across the endless sound . . .
Once the sea covered the world
in a mantle of glowing amber,
an unblinking eye in the universe,
seeking that which is yet unblemished
by fear
or frozen forever into time long gone . . .
There is endless energy locked
into the hearts of the stars . ..  the Universe
is not to be despised .  . . for like a box of treasure,
a single atom revealed . . . expands forever within the
hands of the gods;
the pathway is long and curved . . .
the trees stand sentry, dark and still . . .
one wonders about the corners,
seeking and expecting a violent thrill,
yet all is familiar sameness
the trail goes on and on . . .
even the shadows are empty
and the day is ever so long . . .
If you think of love or hatred
and find both on that twisted strip .. ..
breathing the air of its partner .. .
the relief of the one is the other . . .
Longing to be defined and believed . . .
an emptiness in my soul is filled with song . .
and color .  .
vistas . . . and wonder . . .
newness and oldness . ..  courage and wisdom . . .
found in the most surprising corners . ..
along that twisted trail  . . 


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Pacific Ocean