Sleeping Meditiations Poem by Joseph M Donatelli

So how we see the wind explains
How flowing feelings from the yester-mind
Find subconscious outlets lost in time
And sliping through these long forgotten seams
Return to haunt the shadow lines between
Meditative waking/sleepings undefended dreams

It seems no amount of living seals memories
Into the neither zone and must be delt with
To pacify the present persons crippled conscious mind
What ever came into the conscious lines
Between then and now when whoever finds whatever
Whenever someone finds an old wound must feel it out