Make A Wish
An opening in space as the voice of self calls in the distance like a genie in a bottle,
Begging and whispering for the stillness to prevail,
Sighing at every loss in the moment of a transparent story,
And smiling when home is present or found.
An old clock begins to miss its beat,
As the chirping bird never misses hers,
A call into the darkness where all reflection of light is given,
As the shadows dance with form.
One simple song for all,
With a million threads all singing,
Then falling back and back again,
Into trueness and ...