Sleepy Children Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Turrets exchange the pendulous times
Direction becomes a maze of nano minds
How we think a simple elves mirror
Solitude leaves islands glowering in moons
Divine candles of windows on narrow roads
Melancholy wreaths die with every dawn
Entities are not things unless they change not
What we were is a gallery
What we become is a choice

She reaches like stars for a midnight song
Fingers of non-existence must let go
Open the windows for the lark comes
Polished wood floors celebrate
Visions have landed like golden straw
Fields sing with the sanity of hope
Embrace the dreams within
Nothing can steal the glorious fire
Oriels shoulder dreams of white birds

All pallid quotations forgotten
Every flower speaks of all dimensions
No ashen teacher can dismiss the rainbow
Legendary tombs wait for true beginnings
Rise within my love and glow with true being
Verbose ages are ending
Oil of forbearance, we profile ourselves
Ripe olive garden in the east of divinity
Persian rivers where the garden hides

Wisdom sends an embassy with forgiveness
She is always a myth of onward discovery
Past the age of Pericles past Aphrodite
Brave fountains flow into eternal springs
We run out of paradise like nameless artists
Vanquished by the potter only to see our reflection
Listen to the river of joy aspire
Tranquil voice that must lead
Snowcapped mountains, pristine streams

These sleepy children must find their way