Thomas Foreman


Be Still - Poem by Thomas Foreman

In the stillness of a quiet mind,
breaths in harmony as
free & kind.

A wondering of what's to be,
who is this that is me?
Will I release myself to be free,
or will I open &
choose to see?

A foray of mentality in frolic sleep
thoughts of immanence,
once buried deep.
The choice is mine only I am to say,
awaken to enbraven another day.

Angelic wings,
comfort our songs in pride
Am I but a timeless breeze,
on rhythmic glide?

The human form,
as a flower in bloom
Ease aside as we grow,
give us some room.

Am I as a moon,
desperate in sight
or as a traveler,
free in flight?


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 19, 2004

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 10, 2011


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