Felt Impressions Poem by Sandra Feldman

Life,
Dark wells of mystery
Prevail.
Love,
Who can lift your veil?

And then,
There we are,
Poets,
Gazing at the Stars
Wasting Time
Putting together ideals
And Life's puzzles,
With words, feelings
And dreams that reel,
As if with That,
It might be possible
To make Happiness stream.
Finally,
For all of us,
Things are what they are,
And not what they seem
Nor what we think
They should be,
We only imagine
Felt impressions,
Like in a poet's dream.