Echoes Poem by Eugene Michaels

Mist in this chamber
waiting for release
Truth parked still below
faith reposed in peace

Always be there signs
shadows that implore
gentle wind to close
hinges on each door

Enticements to embrace
misadventured if asleep
unnoticed they accumulate
an incremental steep

Stone against stream
polished by the flow
Diamond is to tuff
Truth compared to faux

When the Master calls
the opening of the Gate
synchronistic dreams
will awaken from their wait