My Kinda Meditation Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A mind that drifts, a heart that sighs,
Can't just sit still beneath the skies.
The hands must move, the spirit leap,
From slumber deep, from shadows sleep.

So words I find, a gentle stream,
To weave a world, a waking dream.
Each line a breath, each verse a sigh,
As thoughts take wing and learn to fly.

No longer bound, no longer lost,
A quiet path, whatever the cost.
With ink and page, my soul takes flight,
And poetry blooms in the morning light.


T.M.Solvang