Margaret Alice Second (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

The words flow like pebbles in a stream
I hear them covering something deep,
unseen, it's only words as symbols of
what we really mean, yet reality of being
is too big to be contained in our small
melody, the song we sing as our emotions
grow within, a vision of another layer in
reality, the yin-yang metaphor, the
driftwood and tsunami's in the soul

I hear your far-off call and dream again
wishing for the freedom of feeling like
a kite roaming in the wind, free to dive
into the other layers of reality that
lead to trances, romances, dances which
are continuous without stopping -
holding happiness transfixed